“The people I stay with usually have food, Deimos. I just like to bring things!” Caerus called after his nephew, hurrying to follow him. He didn’t want to think about what he’d have to do if Deimos offered him a dead bird to eat. Well - a dead pigeon, or something like that. He’d have to make sure Deimos didn’t get that chance.
The bags and missing pieces of stair made it slightly awkward, but he managed to make it up to the next floor. Caerus was curious about the whole place, beds included, but the fridge was his first goal. A thought occurred to him. “Nothing’s living in it now, is there?”