"Of course it'll be a pocket with stuff in it. What kind of monster doesn't keep stuff in their pockets? That's a waste of a perfectly good pocket. Pocket abuse, that's what that is."

Bumi has opinions about pockets.
Before he knows it his stance mirrors hers as much as it can with the things he's carrying.

"What do I want....that's a good question." And then, as if on cue, his stomach rumbles. "Lunch. I want Lunch. I win you get me lunch. You win you get what ever's in the pocket of your choice."