Tommy's eyes lit up like a dog seeing a treat.
"SNACKS."
The word cracked across camp with enough enthusiasm to wake the dead twice over.
Felicity laughed despite herself, clutching the wrapped bundle a little closer to her chest.
"Yes, Tommy. Snacks."
It came out fond and exasperated, which only seemed to encourage him.
He made an incoherent pleased noise from inside Sam's dome and nearly tripped over Luna in his rush to loom closer without technically leaving his post as self-appointed morale officer, teacher, and whatever else Tommy had decided he was today.
Victor's head lifted immediately when she approached him with the bundle in her hands.
He had been sitting in the shade of a broken wall with his blade resting across his knees, posture loose in the way only very dangerous men could manage. His attention shifted to her at once, complete and immediate.
He watched her the way he always did now. Like he was checking for cracks.
