He rubbed his hands on his sweatpants. "Warm, real, and cooked by humans. Okay."

His brow furrowed, making his pointy eyebrows pointier. "I know a good diner a couple blocks over. They pride themselves on 'good almost home cooking.' Would that work for you?"

Remi was getting calmer. He was starting to put up his royal facade. He could deal with this. He'd have time to figure out any meaning later.