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Cady was on the hunt.

It wasn't nearly as impressive as it sounded - it involved entirely too much shouting, for one. Her calls of, "Smelly! SMELLY!" echoed down the halls, as she searched vainly for her small, rancid friend. She could have sworn the stray had wandered into this building - whatever it was. It was just like the puppy to run into the biggest, highest, and only fenced off building on campus. Cady hadn't even gotten to unpack yet - her bags were in a pile on the floor of her own dorm, far away from here. She had to admit it was kind of cool though, as she carelessly trod barefoot on the plush carpet. It even had chandeliers. And candles.

She grabbed one off the holder, and, blowing it out, took a bite. Mmm, real beeswax. It smelled amazing. It smelled- not at all like beeswax. Yes, there was the smell of something delicious, something definitely food wafting down the halls. Cady followed her nose. Maybe Smelly was nearby, using the perfume of edibles to mask his own scent.

Riiiight. Her stomach made it clear that in no uncertain terms it merited investigation by rumbling loudly.

Cady blinked, as the door from which the delicious smells had been emanating suddenly opened. She tried to peer over the ghoul's shoulder. Where was it? Where was the food?

"Yes, I'm definitely right here," Cady replied absently, still searching the room for noms. Was that a table? WAS THERE...FOOD ON THAT TABLE? She had to wipe a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth before she could add, "I don't know where here is though. Is this more dorms? Only they're awfully nice and they've got carpet and real candles which are very delicious and-"

She finally looked down on the ghoul. The ghoul with. Two mouths. How handy. She wondered if it was rude to stare - or she would have, if she had the grace to be concerned with such things.

Cady blinked, looking away from her...mouth stomach, and instead at her face. "Yes, I am okay, I just was looking for..."

Looking for... Did she just offer her food? Yes she did. What was it she was looking for? Did it really matter? She scrunched up her face in confusion, and answered in the only way she could.

"Yep, food, was looking for food, it's really nice of you to ask you know, seeing as to how you have -" wipe away drool - "so much, and I thing I'm hungry and do demons ALWAYS have food? Because Gladys says that they offer Temptations of the Fleece - Flesh - WHATEVER, but I mean food sounds really good right now and..." she rambled on, but her eyes were on the prize.

The prize in this case being the dinner table. She didn't even bother to introduce herself, and could barely resist bull rushing into the room head on.

Wow, the ghouls were so NICE here. She decided to overlook Gladys' warnings about demons. Obviously they weren't bad. After all, they had cake.

She made an attempt at a proper introduction, muttering it around unidentified bits of food. 'M' 'ame's Caduh-hee, 'uts 'ours?" She opened her mouth. Wider. Wider. She happily inserted the offered leg, swallowing it whole. She wondered what it had been from.

Sheepishly, she pushed the cake aside. She'd only removed one or two handfuls. She stood over the table, food on her face, and for the first time was able to fully realize what it meant to Look Silly. "You should have some, it's really good!" she said belatedly. There was some left. Definitely. Yep.

At least she wasn't as hungry now. Maybe she could remember what she'd come here for. AH. "SMELLY!" she declared, completely and utterly at random.

Cady frowned a little. Just the THOUGHT of Smelly was something she was beginning to find frustrating. "Oh, uh, Smelly is, uh, well, he's like a puppy, see. And I just got him, as like, a president? Present? Anyways, I put him down for a second and he ran off, and I thought he might be in here, but then like."

She paused. Why HAD she forgotten? The answer was literally right in front of her, though. "But like, food. Say, were you born with a mouth on your stomach? Or did that patchy-looking boil put one there for you? If he did, I want one, because swallowing things can be a Choking Hazard, I only just found out." She nodded sagely.

"And choking... is bad."

Christof. "Oh, is his name Christof? I never got it on account that he has those stitches on his mouth, which really don't make sense, because," at this point her eyes widened impossibly large and she put her hand over her mouth, "WHAT IF HE COULDN'T EAT?"

The idea. Just. Absurd. Everyone ate, because food was wonderful. It was clear this ghoul - Claire- understood.

"Oh, my name is Cady. I just got here, you know. It's like, my first day. I live waaaay over there though," she waved her hand in the air in a random direction.

More food?

Cady had definitely come to the right dorm. Surely Smelly would be fine on his own. She nodded solemnly. "Yeah, like I don't know for sure but if his mouth is all shut and stuff how else could he eat- RIGHT?" She chipped off a piece of bowl and put some of the brown stuff in the bowl on it before eating it. Mmmm, pottery. That stuff sure was sweet. She supposed that obviously if Christof couldn't eat, she would just have to eat enough for the both of them. In homage, or something.

"So how did you get a...food box... in your room? I need one," she declared. Yeah, this was definitely a necessary upgrade.

Fridge? That's what they were called. She stowed this away for later use.

"I don't know where I'd have room for it. I do have a, uh. Computard though. Yeah. It's filled with pages. Interweb pages! Only I opened one up once and I couldn't find pages anywhere, just a lot of webby bits and plastic things and metal doo-ma-floppies. Gladys said I broke it and we had to buy a new one. I don't get it." The universe was truly filled with mysteries.

"So have you been here long? Do you think something might have ate my stray? Only he smells really bad and I wouldn't eat him, and I'd eat anything." She made this personal observation into a sort of boast.