Ricky didn't want clothes because if and when he got back to normal him he wouldn't be able to wear them. Looking at her expectantly while holding up the pants. He heard the quiet laugh and just looked at her. Watching her crouch down to help him with the pants. Soon as she had it double knotted into place he let go of them. They hugged his hips as he looked down at them. He probably looked weird. He wanted a cigarette. She would freak if she saw him smoking a cigarette. He wasn't wanting to freak her out any time soon. "YAY!" He said when he heard the sandwiches are ready. He climbed up into the chair and sat on his knees. He began to chow down on the peanut butter sandwich. Looking at her with a smile. He liked the sandwich. It didn't have too much peanut butter. Part of him would be sad when he went back to normal him. He would miss having someone who cared about him. He looked at her with a smile. "What you thinking about?" He asked. Hating that adorable voice of his. It was weird hearing himself sounding that way once more. It was what it was though. "What we gonna do after finish the samwiches?" He said. Saying samwich because that is how he always said it as a kid.