"I am too," Jughead responded with a chuckle. "I make it a point to learn where to find food as soon as possible when I'm somewhere new."
"When it comes to someone being hungry, if I can help them out I always will," he proclaimed as he began heading towards the kitchen. His own experiences with growing up poor taught him a lot about having to go without, and left a sour taste in his mouth at the idea of other people having to suffer.
"You and me both," Jughead added. Ciri was correct in that he didn't know anything about her, so he was basing his actions on what he could easily determine. "I'd offer you the whole sandwich, but I already took a bite out of it, and my own stomach is a giant pit that demands food sacrifices frequently."
Jughead wasn't expecting to find anything weird in the kitchen, but as he pushed open the door, he realized he wouldn't be shocked if things were all strange in there.