Noah looks down at his hand a moment, wondering if it's got something on it. He doesn't dwell, though, and follows Spencer into the kitchen.

It's good to hear the sword is safely stashed, since Luke had been so worried about where to take it and how to get it there. He's still not actually sure what was up with the sword in the first place, but he's okay not knowing.

"Of course, I like helping people," Noah says. It took getting murdered for Noah to realize how precious life is, and he likes to keep as many people from being hurt, or worse, as possible. "Um. Big? But not too big because I don't want to be rude. It's just...I haven't been able to eat for the past seven years until recently, and this all smells really good."