Chase was almost relieved when Kiley stood beside him, though he was pretty sure that didn't make him seem like less of a weirdo. "And food," he chimed in, rubbing the heat of his cheek with one hand as he glanced at Reginald. "I mean, something that will keep. Like a snack so in case you get hungry later you won't have to go all the way downstairs." He tilted his head to the side. "I think a couple people have minifridges. Do you want me to see if one of them would be okay with letting you borrow one for a little while?"