Ricky was all squeaky clean by the time she got done cleaning him. He looked at her as she spoke. That was going to be easier said then done now wasn't it? He wondered what in the world she could have that would fit his little frame. He nodded his head. "FOOD!" He said as his stomach growled. He was starving! He smiled a happy and goofy smile. She picked up two big white fluffy towels and in his head it reminded him of when his mother would bathe him. Of when she would play around with him and hug him close while he was wrapped in a towel. Those had been good times. He stood up and got out of the tub. Walking to the towel and stepped into it. "Alright." He said with a smile. In his head thinking this is awkward. Though at least he looked like a kid. As a teenager he would definitely be washing himself. He hugged the soft fluffy towel to him. It was soooooooo soft. He was quite happy with it. "What are we doing after dressing and sandwiches?" He asked curiously. Trying not to think on what was bothering him. He had no idea how to explain that one to her.