[He eyes him warily from down here at Hiro's waist-height. That sounds reasonable. It sounds damn too reasonable. He'd almost believe that except for the fact that Tadashi is now no longer big enough to just pick Hiro up and set him down in front of a plate of healthy food like he could a week or two ago.]

How about this: whatever tonight, tomorrow I make sure you eat healthy by teaching you how to make the wings. Deal?