Armas was relaxed, sleep washing against his eyes like heavy waves of illusions. His eyes flickered shut, then the next moment he could smell food. It wafted in as his door opened and suddenly he was there.<br/><br/>Awake and staring at the door. His tail curled lazily over his legs, his hand beneath his chin as he learned on his left side. "Did you make that?" He asked, hours voice calm.<br/><br/>His eyes hinted a flicker of curiosity but his expression revealed the seriousness of his question. He would play it off casually, but his guess was almost dead on.