César will take the plate, nodding his agreement; on one belt is lacing he's jerry-rigged to carry a big bottle of water, and probably the offender of why his scramble was so messy. "Not even close. So where did the blanket forts–"

The food hits his nose, César looks down to take stock, and then he stops dead in his tracks, eyes widening a bit before a smile slowly spreads across his face. "These are all favorites of mine." He looks up to Johnny, clearly touched. "You took notice?"

He's never not going to appreciate it when people pay attention to him in little ways like this.