Even with the novelty of a soft, warm bed, Arya is a light sleeper. She'd jerked awake at the sound of someone moving around outside her room, though when she realised that it was just someone pottering around in the kitchen rather than a threat she lay there, listening to the noise of food being prepared - until the appetising smell wafted through, and her stomach growled. While she knows that she can just call an Avox and get as much food as she wants, she's been trying to avoid ordering them around unless absolutely necessary, and besides she wanted whatever smelled so good. She dresses hurriedly, opening the door to her room a little and peering round it before venturing into the kitchen. She's not sure if she's allowed to take whatever Clara's cooking, so she'll conceal herself round a corner, her hand sneaking round to grab a hash brown that she can wolf down before she's chased away, or at least she assumes she will be.