"Kids," Liberty said with an eye-roll.  "I'm glad they keep them in the other dorm.  Please come in, pick rooms!  Get settled!  You missed dinner by an hour, so you can have some of my food if you want."  Her voice held the hint of a Spanish origin.  She gestured to the fridge and to her room, the latter of which she went to, inviting them in.  When she got to her room, she pulled out an array of canned soups, Ramen, sandwich supplies, frozen party pizza, frozen chicken of several types, microwaveable macaroni, and a variety of snack foods like potato chips, snack cakes, and pudding cups.  There was enough food to feed them for a week.<br/><br/>"Help yourself, I hoard food," she said.  "It'll be replaced within twenty-four hours I assure you. You can use my microwave, or you can take something else. I remember the 'meal' they provided on the plane.  You're probably hungry.  There's soda and juice in the fridge too."  Her figure didn't seem to match her statement and evidence of hoarding food:  she was slender with wide hips and a small bust.