The clone chuckled. "Th' latter, I'll admit. Pretty sure the Owmi wouldn't be gawkin' at their own food selection."

     He looked at the things before them before picking out one of the small plates with a square of something, holding out in Ezra's direction. "Here, it's kind'uv on the sweet side, but it'll help get some of your strength back. Clear your head, at least."

     A brow was arched at the question. "Don't think so. I don't know many kids..."