Boc really was growing more comfortable with these things. Sure, he was still keeping to the outskirts and shadows and using his smaller stature to hope he was well hidden when he slipped over to the food tables to grab something to munch on, but he wasn't as reluctant to skittish about it.

Once he'd gathered a good, bountiful plate of food, he scampered on over to a tree to sit underneath, getting comfortable and setting it in front of him to enjoy, hopefully nice and out of the way where he wasn't bothering anyone too much by his presence.