Toothless wanders around the room, poking his nose into corners and, once, licking the floor. There are all sorts of smells in here, to contrast with the fairly uninteresting trifecta of dust and mold and neglect in the corridors.

He doesn't wait for Meg to show him where the food is. His nose finds the kitchen, and he pokes his snout into a cupboard. Oooh, more smells.