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The cloak was still warm. She grabbed the can triumphantly before looking down, seeming surprised to see him. "Oh. Hello."
He fell silent, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just... it'll happen naturally, I think. Don't confront him; he'll hate me even more than he...
She was in the food aisle, her shoulders hunched uncertainly as she brushed her fingers over the can labels. There was one at the top that she...
He gave her a small smile. "I can't tell you that, either. I'm sorry. This is... frustrating."
She seemed a little troubled by his dismissal, frowning at him before returning to the food.
"It's not mine to tell," he repeated, watching her. There was something earnest about his gaze, and he approached her, tilting his head. "I could...
She squinted at him uncertainly. "Zer, they have canned pork brains in milk gravy. I think you're going to want to decide..." She looked at what...
He was quiet most of the time. Finally, he spoke. "Please don't be cross."
"Z," she said, coming up to him, frowning a little. "I don't know what demons like to eat. Or you, for that matter."
He followed her, crossing his arms protectively.
She sighed before going to look for Zerras, not trusting herself.
He frowned, looking very uncomfortable. "That's not right," he protested, looking at her sternly. "I'm not going to tell you."
She started gathering the items that would last the longest and didn't need to be refrigerated. She paused, squinting at the cans. What did demons...
"It's... it's not mine to say," he replied, shaking his head. "That's not right."
She squinted at it before turning away smugly. She didn't need it.
He dropped their hands, looking uncertain. "It's fine."
She separated from him, looking for rations.
It seemed as he was hovering around a topic that he wasn't willing to discuss, and he shook his head. "Nevermind."
She laughed a little, shaking her head as they entered. "Huh. Okay, then."
"Don't you?" he asked, his eyes soft but intense as he studied her. "What about Puck?"
