Never moving his eyes from Tony, he's sitting up and zipping around to get his hands on the other boy's shoulders.

"And I have just the right car for the job. And apparently, the right wingman for the evening."

He stood up straight and glanced around.

"Do you need to eat before we go out?"

...he's terrible about figuring out how humans work sometimes. How often do they need to eat? There's a reason he never had a gerbil.