[As Leo and the Professor talk, Raph's already crammed three of the fritters in his mouth before he even starts slowing down. They're a sweet, heavy meal, but the gooey stuff in the middle and the crispy sweet stuff on the outside makes him want to eat a million of them.
He's not used to regulating his own food. Splinter portions and rations everything for them. Anything put down in front of them is fair game to quarrel over amongst themselves. Between the four of them, they can devour an entire pizza pie in minutes, and it's with that same gusto Raph tears into his fourth pastry, bits of sugar and crumbs all over his face.
But Leo's right. They were wrong about him. Raph's still pretty scared of him, but he's happier than he's been in his whole life just jamming his face full of yummy pastries.]
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He's not used to regulating his own food. Splinter portions and rations everything for them. Anything put down in front of them is fair game to quarrel over amongst themselves. Between the four of them, they can devour an entire pizza pie in minutes, and it's with that same gusto Raph tears into his fourth pastry, bits of sugar and crumbs all over his face.
But Leo's right. They were wrong about him. Raph's still pretty scared of him, but he's happier than he's been in his whole life just jamming his face full of yummy pastries.]