"Then I'd suggest packing a towel in that backpack, so you can quickly stop and protect it when you feel it starting to hatch."

He looks at her again, feeling a strange longing. Something in him didn't want to let her go just yet. "It's a long trip ahead. You'll need to eat something healthier too."

And he's already going to grab several plates---she needs to figure out what she likes, most likely, so he'll plate loco moco, fruit salad, grilled fish...all in smaller portions, of course.