[ Jacob stops by the buffet to grab food. There's strange triangles of tomato-covered bread, chips, various breaded meats, and a few other odds and sods, some he recognises and some he does not. And as such he collects an array of food, enough for both of them and bringing it up to the room, setting it down and sitting back on the new enlarged bed just in time for Hellboy to get back.]
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There you are, dear. Dinner is ready.