Closing the door of his "room" and locking the door with a little magic, Blake's dark eyes soon widened with weakness. His right arm wrapped around his stomach... Its wailing was silent, but its rumbling was nearly excruciating... Of all the times he needed to eat, why did it have to be now? He couldn't just run into the kitchen, grab a bunch of food and walk off like he owned the bloody place. What would be worse about that is that he just got the King to at least spare his life. And he had no doubt that Gallin would use that act of gluttony against Blake.<br/><br/>For now... He would just grin and bear it all. Or maybe something to nibble on would be fine.<br/><br/>After getting lost a few times... Blake finally finds his way to the dining room. Though he walked in slowly, seeing King Sephiroth and Sir Gallin chatting but missed anything they might have said. He shifted out of the way of one chef holding something rather delicious...<br/><br/>"Hehe...Thank you for the room and everything... I appreciate it." Blake blurted out to the King and Sir Gallin.