[There's the instinct to ruffle hair, because it's what he does to Narancia (who likes it) and used to toward Fugo (who fucking hated it), but Mista's hat is super in the way so all he can do is just cuddle. Well, whatever.]

When I wipe my ass, I'll think of you.

[He's joking. That will definitely not happen.]

Anyway, no big deal. You have more mouths to feed than most of us have to worry about. Even if Moody Blues ate, that's nothing in comparison to the Pistols.