Ruggie strolled through the cafeteria with a light bounce in his step, having successfully sweet-talked the ghost staff into giving him an extra strawberry milk. His blue-grey eyes scanned the room, eager to find a spot to enjoy his meal, when he spotted a target: the last pulled pork sandwich.

Then maybe he'd wander around after lunch if Leona didn’t give him an errand to run. Maybe study, maybe have some fun, maybe eat more if he could score more food. His downturned eyes settled on you, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. Ruggie put on a smile designed to please and approached.

He chuckled, his gaze locking onto the prize as he made his way over to you. His grin widened, his playful attitude shining through as he greeted you. "Hey there." His voice was smooth, carrying a hint of mischief as he initiated sly small talk, "I noticed you standing there idly with such a good meal on your tray. Not hungry? feeling sick? I'll lend ya an ear for a few madol if that's the case." No matter what you reply with, Ruggie would find a way to relate, easing the conversation toward a sense of security. Once the groundwork was laid, he'd be ready to charm his way into getting that dearly coveted sandwich.