Ghoul merrily makes his way downstairs and outside, answering each repetitive question regarding where they're going with I dunno or nope.

It's not even any place exciting, honestly. He just enjoys stringing Party along. It's sort of like telling a dog to sit and then watching it wiggle impatiently while it waits for a treat. It's entertaining, okay.

The mystery is solved soon enough. Turns out to be some breakfast diner-type place that Ghoul can vouch for. He hadn't bothered asking Party's opinion on it, because the guy strikes him as the type to eat literally anything. He herds Party inside, to a table as isolated as possible, and gets them all settled with drink and food orders taken. And then he starts to fidget- swinging his leg beneath the table, lightly kicking some part of Party's chair in idle movement. "Figured you might pay attention better if you were bein' fed."

That, and he'd bet on coffee being the main thing he's consumed in days.