Frisk paces down the hall, looking for food. Real, actual food. They're sick of cake and candy and even the garden fruit.

They've never had luck with finding Castle kitchens, somehow, and that's still how it is even after their...magic sleep. Enchanted sleep.

Other people tend to make it easier. Lo and behold, somebody else is around and getting what they need. They wander in, reaching for a hunk of bread even as they acknowledge the other person in the room with (and a look at their sword): "Hello!"