#dont me i have fluff on the brain lh

I don’t have doubts that S//nufkin doesn’t eat the best when he’s traveling for winter, when neither foraging nor fishing end with good results. Then again, it’s not like he isn’t used to it. He’s been a traveler for a majority of his life, so his body is accustomed to handling a few missed meals. It doesn’t make M//oomin feel any better though, when he notices how light his dear friend has gotten and how his stomach growls unmannerly at the sheer mention of M//oominmama’s cooking.

I’m so soft for the idea that every year when S//nufkin returns for the spring, the m//oomin household doesn’t hesitate to greet him with full hospitality with the first warm, homemade meals he’s had since autumn. S//nufkin isn’t usually one to overeat often but when it comes to Mama’s cooking he cannot help it, eating until he’s positively stuffed to the gills and unable to keep his eyes open.

Oftentimes after such a big meal, he doesn’t stick inside for too long. Instead, he’ll usually be found curled up with M//oomin on a sunny patch of grass by the river, snoozing off their food comas and soaking in each other’s company after being separated for all those months.