"Who else, silly thing?" Hector teases, but waits until he's all the way upright and settled before he passes over the tray, fishing into the pocket of his pants where he'd stowed away the silverware to ensure he wouldn't accidentally leave them.

"Yew need anything else? Water, lil' treats, extra pillow? I could even borrow da desk over there n' work up here to keep yew come-pan-ee, if yew want."