She gave him a small smile, relaxing a bit. "I think you're right. Should we make food before we go?"
She scoffed, crossing her arms. "How rude to underestimate my cooking skills," she teased, getting out some eggs.
He joined them at the fire. Puck smirked before reaching out and tugging on Ben's wings playfully. Ben cried out in surprise and pain, backing away suddenly, his eyes wary.