-Peter Schied: K- 

Jogging through the halls of the school, Peter lead K around, (assuming K follows along) in and out of various rooms in their attempt to find an exit. Needless to say, none could be found. However, there was one point of interest. A school store of types existed, but the currency it used was unknown to Peter. After searching for a while, Peter came to a stop near the classrooms. Something was a bit different in the air here... It took him a while to realize it was the smell of food. He turned towards K before speaking.

"Smells like people made food in the cafeteria. Want to check out what everyone else is doing?" Peter paused, starting to shift his weight from one foot to the other. He slowly began to realize he was slightly hungry. "Maybe we could grab something to eat as well".