Caleb doesn't come close to interpreting the little gibe as nasty; it just reads playful to him, because that's how he'd say a thing like that. "Do I know how to get to the freshman dorms," he deadpans, eyes sparkling at the corners, "I might have to use my dowsing rod, but yeah. I should be copacetic."
Freshman tend to get a little ...excited about his wares, especially the new ones who are thrilled by the legality of it all until the novelty wears off. So he's been there a few thousand times even since he stopped living there. "Have to say I might be fresh outta mealworms, though. Any chance he's a fan of cat food? You'd think it'd be tuna or something, but she won't eat the people stuff. I've tried to spoil her, she's just not having any of it. She may be a nun in a cat's body."