After watching the dog settle on the ground, a small head pops over the side of the chair, looking down at the other person's familiar. Carbuncle, all big ears and tiny body, gives a chirp of greeting to the grim. Noctis, meanwhile, gives a small laugh, pushing his plate over a bit.

"If you want 'em, they're all yours. I'm not a vegetables guy." He has zero shame about foisting his vegetables onto other people. He glances over Minato's plate, giving a hum. "Looks like you're enjoying the feast, though."