Armand, currently doing the math on how efficiently he can bundle up a squirming meal and bring it home again—which is to say, quite efficiently—but his reluctance for Daniel to leave this little space they've been enjoying is equal to his reluctance to leave it himself. His mind wanders out to the psychic equivalent of fly fishing when Daniel gets there first.

A little flash of interest. Approval. An eyerolling kind of ego stroke, he thinks, for a maker to convince himself that his fledgling's gifts are some personal reflection on themselves when it's just a matter of a lottery mixed with a multi-level marketing structure—

He goes over there after all, if not to the aim he'd envisioned. A hand drifting out to stroke Peanut's ruff, although the cat is too dazed in his hold to go all squinty with pleasure.

"I'd like to see that." Eyerolling or not. "Ordering in."