"It smells good," Elliot reassured dropping the book on the couch and going into the kitchen. He returned a few moments later with a bowl of pasta and a glass of water which he held carefully as he got settled on the couch next to Callan. He sat criss cross with the bowl nestled in his lap, he ate slowly enjoying the warmth from the fireplace. He ate almost half of the pasta before pulling his sketchbook into his lap and beginning a rough sketch of the staircase he had come across. Tomorrow he would go back and get a better picture of it. He wondered if perhaps he could convince Callan to come along with him tomorrow.<br/><br/><br/>"You know this place?" He asked holding the page up for Cal to see. It wasn't one of his best drawings, just a quickly sketched out shape that he planned to clean up and define tomorrow.