Snickering a bit at the imagery of a very ancient looking toothpick woman with a giant hammer and a box, Beast Boy inclined his head back to observe the man. He nodded a bit to the charm, shifting so he was more comfortable on the fence and not dangling precariously off it.

"I eat tofu, too. But I doubt there's any in this Paixao place." Paixao didn't seem to have any tofu supplies... that he knew of, at least. The place was odd, there was always the possibility that they somehow magically got it there, just like magically making his journal smaller when he shifted into the squirrel. "You wouldn't have to..." a stomach grumble as though protesting the idea of food he himself did not have to make. "But hey, more power to ya. I just got here, so I haven't gotten a good look around for places to stay... but hey, if you would need a job, you could get one at a place where they cook!" Ohh, having a cook for a friend didn't sound bad at all.

He could, of course, use his puppy or kitty face to get them somewhere...