"You have a door?" he asks, half jokingly; if it had that then it already had one up on their place in the armory. Well he supposed that right now they no longer had a place together; now that he thought about it, he was probably going to have to think about living arrangements here. Space seemed tight from what he had seen so far.

At the mention of food he was planning on declining politely, he didn't want to intervene, but his stomach immediately makes a noise. Sam flushes slightly in embarrassment, chuckling softly. "If you're offering..."