What a kind person. Elliott was definitely going to get eaten alive when he was on his own. Clarence should do something about that... somehow. But for now, he didn't have the energy to fight.

"Thank you," he said after a moment, then reached for half a sandwich. Even if he wasn't hungry he should probably eat. It would be rude otherwise.

Taking a bite, he chewed slowly, glad to see Cheddar tucking into his own meal heartily.

"... Sorry for barging in today, but I really don't want to go home. I'm sorry."