Kit walked into the room, after being escorted by the guards. His eyes darted around, trying to take in as much of the surroundings as possible. He just remembered he could "talk" now. Still, it was handy not having to ask about petty things. He watched the conversation between the girl and the guard before seating himself-[i]Is that pizza?[/i]

Kit began stuffing his face with pizza. So much better than cheap frozen microwavables.