"It's a figure of speech, I wouldn't really eat a boot. Definitely not mine, my feet reek. And you could always eat one of your feet," Takeshi mused, grinning as he gave Shu's shoulder and gently push, "You could just replace it with your tail, you use it for everything else anyways." Talking about eating only further reinforced the notion that he was feeling hungry, as his stomach was so keen on reminding him constantly. When the notion of buying more food instead of hunting came up the older boy turned back towards the city, folding his hands behind his head as he and Shu started back. "Pawn means sell, kind of. And if she sold it already then that's fine, we can get food when we get home then." It would end up only being fruit then, which was good enough. Humming to himself a thought crossed his mind, making Takeshi grin impishly. Stalling in step the Saiyan spun around and grabbed his brother's sides, chuckling as he tried to lift him up onto his shoulders. "Come here you!"

Garesh had a rather easy time keeping up with his son who was clearly hindered by his injuries. He didn't expect a genuine match out of this, and T'charrl was showing a bit of heart by at least trying. When conversation was struck up there was a pause in the duel, the General laying the sword over his shoulder again. "Whose dead friend...? I'm not following who you're talking about." It was fairly vague, and frankly he wasn't too certain he wanted to know what or who was being discussed. Opening his mouth to try and push a demonstration he quickly closed it when target practice was brought up. Burning and ripping weren't quite what Garesh had in mind for today, and on that note he'd back off. "On second thought... I'll just stay curious for now," the General chuckled, scratching at the side of his head sheepishly. "Still want to spar?"