"I didn't have much use for it myself," Snow White admitted. "But there are perks to having the Gourmand job."

If he must feed himself, then it would be superb. There was no other option.

"You're most kind." And now he would feel a least somewhat more comfortable to sleep here. Heading into the kitchen to see what might be left that was useful (and hoping there were no abandoned dirty dishes), he watched Mojito work out of the corner of his eye.