When the scent of pumpkin bread reached Wormwood's nose, the guardsman felt himself pause in his step, his tail flicking from side to side as he searched for the source of the scent. Worm wasn't really the type for cooking or baking, so the majority of the time, the only way that he enjoyed any sort of cooked food was when somebody else made it. Sometimes that led to horrible consequences, since he ate pretty much anything that was offered to him by a clanmates. Occasionally, this led to him eating something absolutely awful, and regretting it afterwards. Thankfully, it didn't seem like this time would be one of those scenarios, considering the fact that the pumpkin bread smelled delicious, and as he got closer to the scent of the smell, he realized that it had been made by Delilah. He was quite sure Delilah was pretty excellent at baking, and he immediately felt himself speed up his pace, his paws eagerly pushing him forward towards the gathering table that Del had put the pumpkin bread on. Moving up in front of the table, Wormwood took in a deep breath of the amazing scent of pumpkin, and half of him wanted to scoop up as much bread as he could possibly eat, but he held himself back, not wanting to be rude to the newly awakened dragoness. He rumbled softly as he reached out to grab a piece of the pumpkin bread, pulling it close and popping a bit into his mouth, before a warm and happy chuff left him. He then said to Delilah, shifting his wings up and down happily as he spoke, "This is delicious, Delilah! I'm assuming that you made it... it really is amazing. How long have you been baking, Del?" He was very, very glad that Delilah was out and about again, not stuck inside that worrying cocoon that he had been anxiously watching over for the last few days. He wanted to become closer to her now that she was alright, considering how worried he had been about her while she had been wrapped up in the cocoon.

Friendship was something that Worm was practically desperate and greedy for these days. It was mostly because of what his childhood had been like. As a cub, he had already been so cut off from and despised by others for reasons that he could never even understand. So, when he had arrived at Tanglewood and had found a home where he could actually be happy and really interact with other people? It had been an incredible feeling, and ever since then he had welcomed practically everyone with a warm smile, and had gotten along with practically everyone that joined. Sure, he and Feza had definitely been having their issues lately, but he didn't hate her, and the two of them were probably more similar than he would ever admit. All in all, he loved making friends with everyone who ended up in Tanglewood, as well as with everyone who had been here before him. Delilah had been one of those people who had been here before him, and he had always respected her and enjoyed her company, just because she was so warm and motherly. She reminded him of V, although a little bit less closed off from everyone. He definitely didn't know about how he had saved her, even though he had spent quite a while with her while she had been in her vulnerable cocoon state. When he had first met the female, he had even met her now boyfriend, Ren, beforehand, so there had been a connection between them from the very beginning. He had always wanted to be closer to her, but the two of them had always either been busy or away from each other for different tasks. Now, however, felt like a turning point. And Wormwood definitely needed someone else to lean on, particularly with the events that were happening lately.

When Del spoke about how she had started baking when she was just a child, Worm dipped his head and rumbled as he gladly took the loaf floated over to him, his wings resting against the ground as he settled, "That does sound like it would be difficult. I much preferred cooking things with my fire elementals when some people asked me to. I wasn't very good at it at first, but I got better... when I was a cub, we never had any cooked food. A pride full of lions isn't exactly very picky about what we eat. I didn't even learn about cooking until well after I had left, sort of like reading." He had learned so much after he had left the pride to go after Poet, and while he now hated his brother a lot for what he had done, but at the very least, the other lion had led him to Tanglewood. He could feel himself drifting into his own thoughts, when Delilah spoke up again, piping up about Renny and Arrow. Just the name Arrow seemed to punch the air out of his lungs, and he looked down at the ground for a long moment before a smile came to his muzzle, somewhat forced, "Well, they were very right to tell you that it was good. I'm glad to benefit by getting to eat delicious pumpkin bread." His tail flicked lazily from side to side as he tried to get his mind off of Arrow. Despite the fact that he had never known the female well, she had been the first one to die when he had first arrived, and he had been on the scene to see the life drain from her eyes... it still haunted him, and he felt such guilt and grief for those who had been close to her, unable to imagine the pain that they had felt.