Tobias considered that answer. Silver had long since missed breakfast. It was closer to noon at this point, the daylight half gone. In the end, he determined his answer had to come in one form.

He shifted to bury his face in those amazing curls and drew in the deepest breath possible. As he released the air in his lungs, he made a soft sound as if to ponder if the small man smelled or not.

In the end, he finally spoke what he had concluded. "Lunch."