I sat him on a bench and took one of the pizzas out of the bag. It was a good thing they were put on cardboard plates. It would make it easier for him to eat and not make a mess.

I pulled his piece a bit out of its plate and pointed at the cardboard. “Don't eat that, okay? Only the upper part.”

He blinked once and tensed, staring at me incomprehensibly.

“Here. It's a bit hot, so be careful,” I warned and bit into my own piece. Finally, some real, warm, tasty food. Its deliciousness attacked my receptors and I let out a satisfied moan. Mate's eyes widened....