"He seems like he likes most things." Not that he didn't approve of Teddy liking him, but it seemed like a rather low bar to set. Hartley looked for a spoon that looked right for Teddy and walked back to the table with the jar, spoon and jelly, only to walk back and retrieve the toast. He didn't trust this, he had been taught not to trust anything, but he still ate one piece of toast so quickly he didn't even have time to worry about the jelly, which was stupid. He needed sugar and now he just felt even hungrier, like his stomach had woken up. "...may I have more toast?"