Kid, you know your dad doesn't like to eat in front of people. He was nervous enough that one time, sipping broth with you. But he can later when you're napping. Maybe.

Grogu can't see it, but Mando might be smiling a little under the helmet at the outstretched arms and the happy trilling. He reaches out his hand to gently grip the kid, and lift him as he straightens up with a soft grunt, shifting him to settle him in his arm. He knows the ships have their own food stores, but the kid needed more than the goop they offer.

Mando heads out of the hangar, and down to the diner by the fountain. He'll set the kid down on the counter once they enter, and he moves to the other side.

"Let's see what they have."