Tommy stops shovelling quite as copiously when he notices that he has an audience, and finishes his hotdog in a few bites before swallowing everything down without as much a belch. He looks at Chris almost like he's interrupted him doing something far worse, and frowns. Here come the 'where the hell do you even put it' questions.

"Yup," it's said with a brief shrug as he lifts an arm to swipe the crumbs away from his mouth. "You?"