Dave had found where the food in the cave was, however it was rather sensibly on a shelf to keep it out of reach of cave-dwelling vermin. Clearly the guy who built this lair was experienced in the field. Unfortunately for Dave, babies are quite bad at getting things off of high shelves.

Dave however was no ordinary baby and was not one to be held back by such things as social convention or being vertically challenged and noticing that the shelf was only held up by two nails at either end and so he backed up. In Dave's experience it is always sensible to keep your distance from unpredictable magics you see. He then waved his tiny hands at one side of the shelf. The nails broke with a snap sending the shelf and its' contents on to the floor.

"Ouch, what'd you do that for?" Groaned the plank, who'd just been fired from its' tenure as a shelf.

'Oh, I've made a talking plank.' Thought Dave

'The food still seems to still be edible which is lucky for me, the last time I used chaos magic for food transportation it was stolen by an old lady'

Dave left the plank to its' business while he looked through the food, which was a sack of oats, a wedge of cheese and some salted meat, which Dave assumed was edible.

'I suppose the moron spent all of his money on the paint and not food, but at least it's easy to prepare and there should also be some water in that barrel over there since it has a scoop attached'

Helpfully there were some small boxes that had contained the food scattered about the floor. Dave starts pushed one of these next to the barrel so that he could see over the top of it. With his small body this was quite a task, but being a demon he would not complain about this sort of thing. The plank however grumbled at him for dragging it out of the way. Dave used the side of the barrel to support himself while he climbed up the step to get a drink.

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Using the scoop Dave managed to help himself to the water in the barrel and afterward he found a pot from amongst the kitchenware and hung it over the remaining embers in the hearth. Adding some the pork and a few scoops of oats and water he prepared a sort of meaty porridge, almost anything is palatable if you're a chaos demon.

'I'd better get the fire going before it burns out completely or it'll be a pain to relight it'

There was a pile of wood near what seems to be the entrance to the lair and the smaller pieces were light enough to be ferried across to the fire without too much trouble. Blowing on the embers creates enough heat to ignite the dry logs and the fire starts crackling cheerfully. Dave then lowered the hanger until the pot is just beginning to simmer, stirring it occasionally with a ladle so it didn't stick to the bottom and burn, before scooping himself out a bowlful once the oats and meat had softened enough for him to chew. There wasn't much to the concoction, but the grease and salt from the pork made it surprisingly tasty, at least to Dave anyway.

'Not bad, all that work has made me quite sleepy though'

It turned out that even babies that have been possessed by otherworldly entities need a nap and while Dave is trying to figure out exactly what might be the comfiest spot the plank interrupts him.

"Are you just going to leave me on the floor, it's damp over here and I'll rot"

Dave pondered momentarily before dragging the talking plank into the middle of the symbol on the floor.

"Why would you move me here?" whined the plank, it wanted to be closer to the fire to dry itself out.

"Well eventually someone will find this cave and I can't be bothered to clean up all of the traces of demon summoning since that would be exhausting. A talking plank seems like it could be easily mistaken for a demon and that should keep them off my trail. Sorry buddy, but since I inadvertantly gave you the gift of speech, I'm definitely going to exploit that."

Dave pulled himself onto the chair by the fireplace and closed his eyes.