Floor after floor after floor, Willie became hungry. Very hungry. Hungry to the point he'd eat anything in sight (minus Jake and other human beings, of course). He would lick his lips as he'd imagine a large portion sized mash potatoes with gravy and some chicken bits on the side. MMMM. A droll rolled down his chin, causing Willie to quickly rub it away and look back at Jake who he had dragged down with that bad leg of his.

He should be thankful Willie can't eat him. If they were some kind of animals, Willie would bite him till he deceases and then eat him up with his big apetite.

"Come 'ere," he spoke up after the awkward silence they've been enduring. In a few moments, Willie had pushed Jake into the kitchens were the fumes of food invaded his nose causing his chest to heave with delight. This was heaven. Food was heaven. Heaven is food.

Licking his lips again, the small boy looked at Jake and smirked. "Ye 'ungry mate?"