Billy just bites at his lip, hiding a smirk, and with the floodgates opens, so to speak, he lets himself dig in. He's mindful to eat at something close to a normal speed, though his plate does seem to be emptying considerably faster than anyone else's.

This is night. It feels like Tommy's meant to be here, even if Billy can still feel his nerves practically vibrating off him. "Better than the canned stuff, right?"