And here he thought arachne were supposed to be the relentlessly meticulous ones. Still, the fact that Otto's taking his time warms Norman's heart... for the most part. There's a tiny nagging thought - Maybe he just doesn't want to eat your cooking! - that he swats away, knowing full well he's taken his fair share of turns at cooking for the two of them and Peter before. Never mind that those had usually involved simple things like grilled cheese and pasta.

"Good, I'm glad."

Norman settles back against the headboard, glancing around the room. In part, he's looking to see if Otto has changed anything now that he has the space to himself, but mostly he's avoiding staring at him while he eats.

"Do you want to know where we're going now, or should I keep it a surprise?"