It takes him until later that night!

"Rukia, I snuck some food up for you!" Ichigo said as he entered his room. He blinked and looked around as he tried to figure out where she had gone. She usually didn't spend all day in the closet, it was just her sleeping/hiding spot. "...did she go out?" he scratched his head. "Maybe there was a Hollow she decided to take care of?"

After a moment of thinking about it, he shook his head. "Couldn't be, if that was it, my Soul Reaper Badge would have gone nuts again," he noted.

"She hasn't left the closet," Kon provided helpfully from Ichigo's bed. "I haven't heard anything since she settled in though. She's probably just taking a nap or something."

Ichigo looked at the mod soul occupying the plushie, before shrugging and musing, "Yeah, that's probably it. Things have been hectic lately, what with the whole exectution thing, and no doubt prepping for war with Aizen. I'd probably be tired too." With a shrug, he placed the plate in front of the closet door. "I'll give her a few hours to take this..."

"Well, I might as well go out for a walk," Kon remarked, giving Ichigo a wave as he headed for the window. "Call me if she wakes up!"

"...how am I supposed to call you, you don't have a phone-!" Ichigo started to say, but Kon had already leapt from the window. "...idiot," he sighed and shrugged. He then settled in to study for a few hours. The silence stretched for a bit, and Ichgo checked the clock. It had been two hours, and Rukia still hadn't come out to claim the food. His eye twitched. "Damn it Rukia, if I leave that there too long, that's asking for ants or rats!" he finally exclaimed, stomping to the door, and opening it. He then blinked. Rukia was nowhere to be seen.

"...did she actually go out? Couldn't have, Kon would have noticed... dummy he might be, but his pervert senses would not have missed her exiting..." he snorted, before his foot nudged the lamp, and he looked down. "...not where I left that, Rukia must have gotten curious," he remarked, picking it back up. He spotted a bit of dust on it, and idly brushed it off, before the lamp jolted. "What the!?" he demanded, stepping back, and raising his hands as he dropped the lamp, and saw glittering white smoke forming in front of him from the lamp spout, and Rukia, appearing exactly as she had before she had been pulled in, stretched out with a contented and relieved sigh.