Oh, yeah, he eats. We have a strict no onion rule for him, because he... ah, well, just no onions. And he has a weird sock-chewing fetish. Only while they're on your feet. I don't get it.

[He grinned at that last one, pointing up at the air for Hale and lighting up a spark of his own. Hale looked up, chirped, then sent a jet of flame up after it.]

He's gotten pretty good at that.

[Stiles was such a proud daddy.]