Ben woke up to the smell of rolls baking. It was a fantastic smell, and he felt like he could only get this from this island. He opened his eyes, sitting up and stretching. He was fully rested. His eyes full of curiosity and adventure yet again, his hair still messy. He climbed out of bed and walked toward the window, opening the shutters to take in the smell of the baked goods, the beach air, and the garden below. He went to his suitcase, picking out an outfit. The voice of Aria still rang in his ears, he picked out a dark blue v-neck, beige shorts, and some comfortable sneakers again. He walked out of his room, whistling the tune from last night's songs. He stepped downstairs, and walked towards the kitchen to see what exactly the smell was. He smiled wide when he saw Aria was behind it. "Goodmorning, Miss Aria." Ben said with a smile, looking around at the progress she made. "Do you need help?" He asked.