Nigel soon brings the pot of stew out of the kitchen and uses the ladle to pour some into each of the bowls. Sean, smelling the stew, opens his eyes, having dozed off while Eryn petted him. "What's that smell?" he asks tiredly. "I think Nigel and Arlia made dinner," Isaac says, leaning against Hayley and in no hurry to move. Sean yawns and sits up, rubbing his eyes as his other hand immediately curls around Eryn's. "What's for dinner?" he calls into the dining room.