A harried looking mother had pressed an infant on Maxwell - "--just a moment," she said - and since he'd been circling nearby, swaying the babe gently in his arms as he hummed something low and soft. At the sound of Pel's voice he turned, eyebrows raising even as he continued to hum.

His stomach rumbled at the sight of the bowl, but he could only smile sheepishly, shifting the baby slightly in a 'hands full' gesture.