Sarge looked down at it.
Then at her.
Then back at it.
He took it without a word.
"For Legend," she added, passing the other one off to Kai to deliver.
Finally she stopped in front of Sam.
She handed him his strudel directly "I made this for you," she said.
His fingers brushed hers when he took it.
"I know today was hard," she added quietly. "Thank you. Really."
Sam swallowed.
He nodded once.
Felicity looked at all of them again, cheeks pink now.
"I know it does not fix everything," she said quickly. "But I wanted to make something warm."
No one spoke for a long moment.
The world felt smaller.
Marx looked down at his pastry and then back up at her "You made these," he said slowly.
"Yes."
"By hand."
"Yes."
"For us."
She nodded.
Sarge's voice was low and even. "You did not have to."
"I wanted to," she replied.
That hit harder than anything else had all evening.
Her cheeks flushed deeper.
