Anthony nodded. "Alright then, James," he said, before speedwalking away into an another room. After a few moments and a very loud 'FUCK' uttered by him because of god knows what, he emerged with............bread. The food of the poor. The thing he had been eating for the past twenty-nine years, it seems. 

"I'm afraid I don't have a lot to offer you, James, but take this. Should fill your belly up a little bit, at least." And now he felt guilty because he can't give this child a full meal. Ah, shit.