Greed doesn’t understand what the kid is saying, figures the kid probably doesn’t understand him either, but aside from the animal with him he doesn’t see any adult that might be responsible for him. Great. It’s not like it’s his responsibility to play babysitter with the little pipsqueak, but, well, the kid came up to him out of everyone else out this morning, it was kinda adorable.
When the kid makes a grab for his food, Greed chuckles, lifts him into the seat next to him, and slides the plate over- pancakes, with a side of scrambled eggs and a strip of bacon- happy to at least understand something.
He isn’t at all familiar with the language the little man is using, but Greed hadn’t done much traveling outside of Amestris so he wasn’t really surprised. Still, food being a common ground is a start, and hunger is something universally understood no matter what language you speak. And Greed didn’t need the food anyway, he could survive just fine without.
“Yeah, you can have my pancakes, little man. Must be pretty lost, huh? Don’t suppose you understand anything I’m sayin’ either. This is gonna be an interesting day.”