Leo lumbered towards his buffet station, not paying attention to the swaying of his hips as his chubbier legs naturally devolved to a shuffling waddle to accommodate the added mass and hindering volume of pudge caked to his frame. He ignored the compression of his multiple chins against his neck as he tossed a pair of loaded chimichangas onto a plate before scooping thick, bacon-infused baked beans over the top. He ripped off half a large pepperoni pizza and balanced it on the vacant edge of his plate before grabbing a second plate, loading it up with a smattering of juicy teriyaki chicken and beef, garlic bread, loaded nachos, sweat and sour chicken, and pulled pork sliders. Leo waddled back to the kitchen island, stuffing half a chimichanga into his maw, adding to the chorus of chewing smacks and slurps that were coming from the station beyond the pylon dividers as Raph found himself already wrist deep into his mashed potatoes, disregarding any utensils as he simply grabbed handfuls of food with his greasy hands.