The duck professor had given Sora quite a lecture about concentration along with a sound rapping on the head with his staff. It left Sora feeling emotionally drained and rather put out. The Keyblade had been confiscated a second time to abide by school policy, and being separated once again left Sora feeling almost hollow…? Well, he was cold, at any rate, but the hollowness was beginning to gnaw at his insides in a way that could even be—grrrrrrrwwwwllllllllll—Oh. He was hungry. Of course. But where was the cafeteria, again?

Sora looked around him, confused. There were several buildings to the campus, each with their unique structure and shape. None of them seemed to have been begun with a particular plan in mind, as there were rooms jutting off of walls and hallways were sagging precariously on the outside of the original building. If Skellington hadn't told him about the school's layers of construction from over the years, he would have called the place a junk heap. Not that the campus was un-aesthetically pleasing: this particular building had the appearance of what had one time been a castle. It was Good Ole Main, as the King had named it, with swirling metal curls gliding up each edge of the walls, similarly peppered with tunnels and protruding classrooms.

He decided to try this building first, and pushed the large, bronzed doors open with both hands. It was pleasantly warm inside, and Sora shivered off the coolness of outdoors. Fall was advancing quickly, and they had made up the fire. This particular hallway was paneled with wood on its floor, walls, and ceiling, and Sora felt like he was walking in a long box with the occasional window. He came to a pair of cedar doors which were generously sized and looked promising, and put his shoulder to them.

The inside was marvelous. Even as someone who struggled with the most basic of readings, seeing wall to wall lined with volume upon volume of books was for some reason a greatly welcomed sight to Sora. He exhaled slowly, revolving at the same rate to take in all the dusty smells of old papers. It was as if he could feel the stories and memories behind the words that came to him with such difficulty. Sora put out his arms and closed his eyes, pleased with his aloneness with the hearts of so many authors, when—grrrRRRRRRRrrrwwl! He dropped a hand to his stomach. No food here. Better to lea—

"I hear you, cranky bear, don't you know libraries are supposed to be a quiet place?" Sora gave a start, then relaxed.

"Oh, it's only you, Kairi."

"Oh, it's oooonly Kairi, no 'It's nice to see you, m'lady!' or 'How are you doing, my only friend in the school?" she rolled her eyes dramatically, and Sora got into a defensive stance.

"You're not my only friend!" he said heatedly, "I've got—I've got—" but Kairi waved it away, winking.

"Never you mind," she looked back down at the charts and maps she had scattered over the tabletop. "I'm busy." Sora cooled down, feeling a bit guilty for jumping at her so quickly.

"What are you doing?" he asked curiously, walking towards her and seating himself on her desk. Kairi transferred her pen to her mouth and squinted at map.

"I'm hunting," she said through her gritted teeth.

"For what?"

"Important things. Lost things. Treasures." She leaned her head on one arm and smiled up at him. "You've already forgotten, haven't you?"

"No," he said stubbornly. "What have I forgotten?"

"That's I'm the princess and I have to learn all about the land I am going to rule some day," she rolled her eyes again, but seemed somehow pleased. "And there's a lot to learn. About everything."

His stomach began to gurgle loudly again, and Kairi laughed. "You might want to get that fixed," she teased. "It's the second building to the left of this one. It has a baroque era repair which looks like a chicken." It was odd that Sora actually felt disappointed that she was sending him off. He wouldn't have minded talking longer abou—gRRRRRRWWWWlllll!

"Alright, alright, I'm going," he muttered to his stomach. "Hey, thanks, Kairi." She looked about to speak, then caught herself. Now there were several onlookers from different parts of the library, judgmental but curious about the princess' interaction. Her expression turned bored and she shrugged and nodded, returning to her work. There was something hurtful about this dismissal that Sora couldn't identify; all he knew as he walked away was the library was definitely warmer than it was outside. Must be near the boiler room.

Sora wasn't exactly sure what 'baroque era' architecture implied, but when he passed the building with an ornate stone pillars which were carved with what was presumably at one time a dragon (but now, due to weathering, resembled poultry), he guessed he had found the right building.

The smell was incredible. Meats stewing in rich, creamy broths, fresh baked bread and wonderful, wonderful sweet rolls wafted through the air, taunting Sora to come forth and feast. He shuffled forward, as if in a dream, until he was rudely awaken by the whapping of his shins. Cursing, and clutching his leg, Sora looked down and was greeted by a small white figure with a fuzzy red pompom dangling on his head, a large red nose, bat wings and a tiny chef's hat. "Watch where you're walking, kupo!" he scolded, waving a wooden spoon which he wielded with spite. "Now pay up!"

"Pay?" Sora complained sorely. "Pay for what?"

"The meal, kupo! One-fifty munny for all you can eat!"

"What?! Are you kidding me, the meals cost munny?!"

The creature jabbed Sora in the stomach with his spoon. "We moogles don't work for free, y'know!" he said seriously, then flicked Sora in the nose when he looked down. As Sora clutched his face in pain, the moogle murmured, "What does he take us for, kupo?"

With that, Sora was turned away from the enticing aroma of goodies nearly starving and empty-handed. Was everyone at this school rich, or something? At least, they could shuck out the price of a meal any time they wanted when Sora didn't even have the money for the tuition: that was coming from Merlin. His now ravenous stomach was unrelenting in its torment, and Sora rushed back to the library, bursting through the cedar doors and back to the table where Kairi was still attending her maps, quietly.

"Kairi! Where did you—"

"Shh!" she hushed him, giving him an incredulous look. "Quiet, Sora! What is it?"

"The treasure. Where did you say it was? I'm going after it. Now."

"Don't you have another class—"

"Not till tomorrow—Look, I need you to help me with this! Where's the most treasure in the entire World?"

She looked at him strangely, then sifted through the charts. "Above ground or below it?"

Dear TJ,

I know it hasn't been too long since we've spoken but I'd like to ask you to help me with something that I can't do on my own because I need the Gummy ship that you drive and you to be the driver. I need to go to Agrabah. (Bring lunch)

Sora