Moving around the counter, Hunter gently grabs Daeshims face in his hands and his eyes soften but they’re still serious, “Your eating habits are fine. There is a bad example in that household but it isn’t you. He needs to work on it.”

Frowning, he brushes his thumbs against the fae’s cheeks, “You eat what you want. There’s nothing wrong with it,” he takes a breath, “besides, you’ll need the energy doing those…spring…fae…things.”