"What does it look like I'm doing?" He scowls with insistence, talking through a mouthful of food before swallowing.

It was messy, sure, but then most of his favorite foods were messy.

"I eat what I like." And justifying himself didn't need to go any further than that. "And we all like ice cream, right? And there are waffle cones, and ice cream sandwiches, so why not both?"