Arachne can't exactly blush, but the color in Norman's cheeks darkens at the invitation. He's happy, Norman reminds himself, like a mantra, as he perches on the edge of the mattress. He's comfortable. This is okay. I'M okay. We're both safe.

Then Otto's next question is enough to divert him from any second-guessing or uncertainty. He sits up a bit more straight, eyes shining as he smirks. "As a matter of fact, yes I did! From scratch, even. ... Though I'm man enough to admit the first few were lost to the cats and the birds in the yard."