"I wouldn't offer it just to take it away," He returns, almost looking offended at the suggestion. He had just been about to walk back and get it when Roman turns him down, hand on the doorframe into the small backroom. His hair, being a few inches taller, touched the top of the frame, and he turns, looking back at Roman.

"Well, if you're sure. I wouldn't mind. It's not like I'm going to blow away. You on the other hand, kid?" He smiles right back, "Don't tell me no if you're hungry. It doesn't cost a thing, promise."