Reese was, quite frankly, amazed at the sheer size of the mansion. It hadn't seemed anywhere near this big when he'd arrived. By the time they were done touring everything Reese felt like he'd worked up quite the appetite, which was fitting since it was about lunch time. Chi lead him back to the dining hall then and Reese's eyes lit up at the familiar sight of a table overflowing with food. This time it was lunch cuisine, as was to be expected. Reese thought that he surely must have worked off breakfast with all that walking, and his stomach didn't seem to be protesting, so he didn't feel guilty at all about pigging out again.<br/><br/>Somehow, Reese managed to eat even more now than he had in the past two meals. Three hamburgers, four hot dogs, two corn dogs, two slices of Pizza, three Italian beef sandwiches, three ham sandwiches, two chocolate shakes and a packet of french fries. Somehow, his stomach still felt fine. It must have been the medicine Chi gave him. That was some handy stuff. Without it, he would probably be passed out again now. Still though... he'd eaten a lot already. Some part of him nagged in the back of his mind that he should lay off when desert came. But he felt fine, the food was delicious, and it might insult his familiar if he didn't eat any of her deserts...