"'Larry's mama," explains Leia, then pauses to frown as the brown-haired boy returns. "No kiss!"

"Relax." He pats her gently on the shoulder in a way one would expect from a much older child, then runs over to the table and offers two menus, standing up on his little bare toes to make himself more noticeable. "You can order anyfing, but the fancier stuff might take a few momebents because we gotta cook it from stratch. Scratch." He beams beatifically, and the pink tribble that's stuck to his back coos softly.