They crept together into a kitchen. All of them crouched low, stepping carefully to avoid creaks. Iestyn was trying to breathe carefully, to prevent his throat catching, but it meant his mouth was open to the smell of food that hit him like a truck. He was so hungry...
"We can't stop," the doppleganger hissed, as Iestyn picked up a piece of cheese off a breadboard and put it in his mouth. He had never tasted cheese so amazing in his life. "You can eat when we're out."
Iestyn felt literally pained at the thought of leaving such a feast behind.