When he saw the chicken leg, Gansey realized just how hungry he was. He hadn't eaten a lick since before he'd fallen into the mirror room and the smells were beginning to make his stomach twist and growl. Before, he hadn't been hungry, but it had finally caught up to him. Plus, it was smelling quite good. Apparently the Phantom knew his way around the kitchen.

Licking his lips without quite realizing it, "It's not a matter of need. It would be... nice. Ghost is an occupation. A name is... something different."

Even if he had relaxed a bit he still didn't allow himself to approach too close. Lingered, just outside arm's length, as he looked at the bundles of spices.

"How do you get all this?"