He's seen a lot of different body types, including a friend of his that had six arms and the ability to make more any time, so he doesn't even blink at the extra legs here.

"Good choice. I had some of that already and it's delicious. Chris made it." Max knows because he helped carry it for them.

"I know." There's some whine in his voice. "This is sort of like my version of a security blanket. Besides, they have to come to me to get the food, don't they? I'm still meeting them. And you. Hi, my name is Max Maximum."