That he was, in some fashion, feeding the children wrong had hardly occurred to him, Nadya having requested only that he do just that, Tobias handing those spoons to the children, assured they would, somehow, merely understand how to use them before simply proceeding to watch as far more food went flying then into their mouths. Those shrieks of delight and childish chortles seeming, somehow, to stir a simper to his lips all the same. Tobias so simply and instinctively responding to those giggles and shrieks as any human being surely would though whether he understands that emotion of joy else simply responds to it without thought remains to be seen. He had, to his mind, done entirely as Nadya had asked, so employing those spoons to feed his own offspring before his nsoe merely wrinkles in disdain as the smell of it becomes clear. That fruit far from his own understanding of food, the boy so commanding to know as to why those kittens were not being fed the meat he is sure they require. His understanding in this is basal perhaps, Tobias understanding only that meat was what he ate. Cat's eat meat. His kittens are small cats, thereby they surely required meat in turn. His logic decidedly simple and yet not entirely incorrect if the youth of his children and indeed their lack of teeth was so ignored.

Nadya's displeasure at the food so being launched in every direction readily sees his dark gaze lift from his son and daughter in turn, the children having become decidedly...sticky and as such the boy holds little interest in touching them now. Tobias inclined only to the sort of stickiness one might take from candy, not that brought on by fruit or vegetables. The boy wholly oblivious to the manner in which he was so being discussed by his companion and indeed the mother of his children. Even if he were aware of such a conversation the boy is hardly inclined to care nor process those words, his lack of ability in so raising his children simply a skill he cannot perceive within his own fractured mind. His own thoughts far more inclined to attempt to understand this lack of meat within that food. The scent and sight of it unappealing to him entirely. His own diet consisting of little outside meat and sugar. Tetradore so allowing him to eat as such, Raven having given up attempting to hide vegetables within his food he so often slipped onto Tetradore's plate after using that affinity to locate them each and every time.

"I....want them...to eat meat."

His words are little more then a grumble of sorts, arms folding across his chest, Nadya so assuring him he would hardly win his award if the children did not eat more, Tobias so moving to grasp each of those spoons before slipping them into the children's mouths. The boy assured that he has surely achieved that goal now, the spoons so clearly in the right places, his features moving into a grin of delight at his clear success. It is only then that his gaze turns to Tetradore as the man falls over upon his back in an entirely dramatic style, that gangly deviant moving to stand at last, his children's food so spread in every direction with great success, the boy stepping out of that playpen to wander over to his collapsed companion, Tobias so abruptly flopping down beside him with that same over-dramatic sigh. His head rests upon Tetradore's chest, the rest of his body splayed out in all directions as if he, too, is entirely worn out from the arduous task of feeding the twins. Nadya surely regretting ever asking either of the two men to assist her. Tobias merely mimicking Tetradore in that moment, assured f Tetra need not work then he, too, was entirely done. One dark eye rolling to Nadya.

"We are....very tired."

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push