(Eddie winds up grinning rather broadly. He was glad that Frank seemed to think so about honesty. And hadn't Frank been honest with him already about things? Like what the hot dogs were made out of and his real name. He shakes his head.)

No, I'm okay. Thanks. Um. I work at the green house. If you ever need vegetables or fruit, I could trade you some for um- meat? I don't think anyone in our house can really hunt. Or wants to.

(Except maybe Charlie, but Eddie wasn't so sure if centaurs hunted. Horses, after all, only ate grass and stuff. It seemed like a decent enough deal to Eddie. Even though Frank seemed like the kind of guy who could manage things just fine on his own.)