The path to the kitchen, a path he walked everyday for the last couple of years, was so much different from his perspective on the floor. Looking at the walls of the ship he now had to agree with Krystal that the GreatFox could use a new coat of paint, as he could now see the cracks and dents which were nearly invisible to him when he was normal size. He also made a mental note to tell Slippy to get Rod to sweep and mop, as the floors were filthy.

On one side of the hall was a pile of crumbs, probably from Krystal's midnight snacks, which she had every night at nine, twelve, two, and four. Oddly the girl was still keeping that figure she'd developed from adventuring across the stars looking for her parents. Then again, Fox muses, she shared enough of it with him that it was a wonder he hadn't gotten a bit of gut from the overeating.

"Soon I'll be a Great Fox if I don't quit doing that," he commented to himself, striking his slightly rounder gut. He'd have to remember to do more training when he got big again, as he was already winded and he wasn't even halfway to the kitchen yet. Luckily it really wasn't all that far to the GreatFox's on board kitchen from his room, that being one of the reasons he'd picked that particular cabin his.

Panting and slightly out of breath, Fox rounded that last corner to the kitchen hallway. From somewhere deep within himself came a rumbling sound that reminded him he'd chosen this course both for the likelihood of finding someone, and for the certainty of being able to find something to snack on at the very least. Looking over at the door he saw his luck was improving, as the light in the kitchen was on, meaning someone was in it. Filling with a sense of hope he ran towards the light, and at last looked into the kitchen to find the massive form of...