Finn opens his mouth to protest Jake’s “getting old” claim, (and certainly any implication that he should take it easy) but the question of food pushes that out of his mind.

“I’m starving,” he says, gulping down the last of his hot cocoa. There really wasn’t anything surprising in that answer; he was always ravenous after a big, exerting fight or dungeon crawl, a fact that Jake knew and almost always anticipated with an offer of a meal. “HW is always trying to get me to eat the weird parts of the animal, elk hearts and boar brains and that jazz. No thanks.”