Ray thinks for a minute, then peels the bread and stuff off his burger and sets it aside. The remains of the burger are smooshed into something approaching the consistency of canned dog food, and the plate is set on the floor in the little guy's vicinity. There is a purpose to this. Ray is going to the bar to get himself another burger, and to get a small slab of whatever that stuff was that the big raptor was eating last night- raw, whole, and suitable for little beasties to tear into and exercise their jaws.

Assuming it's not at the 'eat what mommy disgorges' stage, in which case he's going to have to cut the red meat up really fine for it. But hey. He'll deal. It's a friggin' DINOSAUR.