sometimes at night i let it get to me

Bold was perhaps the only thing Tate knew how to be. Bold, relaxed, comfortable in his own skin. Hell, even at two, he's just barely starting to shed away the exterior of the chubby puppy he'd always been. It would take longer, still, for him to truly look like the younger, more rugged version of his father. Something about good looks and charm, for Tate, they'd go hand in hand. They had to, for him. They were his primary redeeming qualities, after all.

Tate listens as she talks, feeling the buzz start to settle in. "Go catch a couple more, yeah?" Tate quietly spoke his father's tongue to Kaiju, gesturing off toward the river. If they were going to share, then they'd need at least a little more fish to go around. Still paying attention well enough to the girl, poking at the fish to turn it over the fire. He had the time to do a nice job, so he'd do a nice job. Simple as that. "What sorta council? Sounds important." It's a casual question, not looking up from preparing the meal.

Tate settled back to watch how she handled the pipe, and satisfied at how the fish settled near the flames. Her question is an earnest one, and the boy nodded, lifting the pipe in his own grasp. "'Ere, cover this hole 'n breathe in slow. Uncover the hole after a sec 'n finish breathin' in." Tate slid closer to the girl, though he'd try not to come too close. He demonstrated slowly, though he took a smaller hit than he'd typically enjoy. Trying to set a good example... a good example of doing something questionable, but a good enough example indeed. "Y'want to try it?" An offer, giving her the chance to back out if it didn't seem like something she'd enjoy. Tate would be a gentleman, after all.

Shit, speaking of being a gentleman and having manners, he only realized now that he'd fallen short of introducing himself. "'m Tate, by th'way." A confident, relaxed smile. He's a bit hazy but well, that's the weed.