Key was not much for giggling, she was usually too busy yelling at someone for that, but when this young girl's stomach started to growl, well she just couldn't help it. "If you're hungry, I think I know just the place for you!" With that, she grabbed the girl's hand and led her back towards the auditorium. Now... she was sure that she'd seen Aram somewhere around here... While she continued you to look, Key stared down at the girl and almost sighed out of nostalgia. 

There had been a time when she too was that young. Unlike many supernaturals, Key did age, and therefore it was easier to hide among humans. This, however, didn't change the fact that she had not been a child for a very very long time, and sometimes, she wondered if this life was worth it. Sometimes, she wished that instead, she had just died that very first time as she should have.

"Aram!" She said, finally finding him against the wall with some kind of soup in his hands. Aram and Key had never talked much either. Usually, all she heard from him were moans of delight as he ate something he'd conjured up in some corner of the room. He certainly was a strange one. "Are you busy? I think that..." And then she realized she didn't know this girl's name. "I think she's hungry and I know how you love to hide food."

Key turned to the girl again, smiling as if to urge her to speak. "This is Mr. Pollux. He'll be teaching your cooking class. Would you tell us your name?"