Where Did My Rations Run Off To?

Before the little monster transforms: "There are creatures this ugly in the world? Just kill me!" "Perfect, that'll fill my stomach." "Monster, please spare me!" "Food, where do you think you're going?" After the little monster transforms: "Am I beautiful?" "A thousand miles of rosy clouds can't compare to your dazzling radiance!" "I'm hungry." "Beautiful one, please help yourself!" A lovesick beauty fanatic's food supply X a picky, food-protective monster