Arya had spent her day off mulling about in her apartment, conflicted on just what to do. After being stabbed with a harpoon by a disgruntled fisherman earlier this week, winding up bleeding on the doorstep of the Ark and rescued once more by the broody pack leader Tetradore, she was trying to think of someway to repay him. He'd been incredibly kind helping her the first time she found herself bruised on his doorstep, and to go out of his way to help her again? Absolutely selfless for someone he barely knew at all. To say the Seal was indebted to the man was an understatement, and her mind was set on repaying him. But how? She didn't know enough about the other Were to buy him anything, and even if she did, how would she get it to him? She supposed, perhaps, she could cook for him? But what did the man even like to eat? Well actually she knew one thing: Mac and Cheese. But there was no way she could make Mac and Cheese like Matteo and also how would she deliver something like that and manage to keep it warm if he wasn't around? Arya simply did not know, letting out a sigh every once in a while as she sat absolutely stumped. Finally she settled on baking him cookies, easy enough to make and everyone liked cookies....Right?

After a little over an hour, she had a suitable amount of chocolate chip cookies all done and placed into a container as nicely as she could. The brunette woman had even taste tested one of the cookies to make sure they were good; Arya was a good baker but it had been a long time since she'd had the opportunity to bake anything and she wanted to make sure they were perfect. It definitely wasn't just an excuse to eat a cookie. She quickly threw together a quick thank you card, placing it on top of the cookie container before she grabbed her keys and scurried down to her car. It was a little passed noon so surely he, or someone from his pack, would be at the Ark so she could deliver them and then quickly scurry home? Also if she didn't leave now, she'd spend all day fighting herself about the what ifs. What if they weren't there? What if he didn't like cookies? She shook her head, quickly pulling out and heading further west towards the docks and the looming mass of metal that Tetradore called home.

Arya parked and quickly got out of her car, cookies in hand as she began to slowly stroll down the pier. She'd been down this dock so many times now, she might as well join the pack. The brunette woman stopped dead in her tracks, amber eyes blinking in surprise at that thought. The Wereseal hadn't ever thought about joining another pack ever since she left her family, her colony, to start a new life out in Sacrosanct. Up until now she'd been okay on her own, but even she couldn't deny there was a part of her that desired that family structure, that closeness of others like her. She quickly shook her head and kept moving towards the entrance of the Ark. This wasn't the time to think about things like this. Plus she wasn't sure she could ever gain the confidence to try and assimilate into a pack, or that Tetradore would even want an accident prone seal apart of his pack.

The young woman hesitated at the entrance to the Ark, knowing that the ship was also a bar but that there was no way in Hell it was open, so she shouldn't just...walk in. But there wasn't exactly a doorbell to get someone's attention. If she wanted to get the cookies to Tetradore, she needed to go in, which was incredibly stupid if she didn't run into Tetradore and instead found one of his pack members. There was no way they'd take kindly to some strange Were walking onto their home. It took her a solid couple of minutes of standing there awkwardly before Arya managed to swallow some of her fear and step in, maneuvering through the metal halls towards where she thought she remembered the bar was from her first visit. Someone had to be there. Luckily she was right on both accounts, stumbling into the bar area that was empty as it was not opening time. There was a woman here, an incredibly beautiful one that made the young brunette blush deeply. She was now very apparent of how embarrassing and awkward this was. "Um, i'm sorry to kind of intrude, but I'm here to give these to Tetradore as a kind of...um thank you for helping me," she said, stumbling over her words a little bit as she motioned towards the container of cookies. "I can just leave them here and, um, if you could get them to him, say they are from Arya, I can be out of your hair here,"she said, amber eyes struggling to look up as they had found themselves glued to the floor. The Were reached out with her affinity, keeping an eye on the other woman's emotions incase she got mad at her intrusion. The young were wanted nothing more than to be out of this situation and back home.