God knows there's enough of them running about underfoot. Put them to work like good little slaves. I do believe Angel grumbled something in passing about all the menus that were strewn about the counters, so I believe the girls are doing a fine job calling in for delivery. However, you are correct and it would not be a waste of time to see if a cafeteria of sorts has magically appeared.
Speaking of help, I'd like you and small team--perhaps Angel since he used to know the building, and a Slayer or two--to come with me on Saturday. I'm quite tired of not knowing what is in this building, and I'd like to make floor-by-floor plans. Starting in the garage and working up, and I'd like some powerful friends along just in case we run into anything... odd.