Sparks!

"No, I was sparing your feelings."

 

Ben raised an eyebrow.

"How would you know?"

 

"We didn't because we didn't want you to hurt," Puck said gently. "It's okay."

 

Ben began cooking.

"We're not mean," Puck replied. "We're being good friends.."

 

Ben raised an eyebrow.

"Would you prefer we not tell you?"

 

Ben began to distribute the food.

"Okay, Cal. You don't."

 

"Nope," he said, offering her a plate.

 

Boris woke, sitting up blearily and squinting at them.

"Good morning, Mr. Jangles," Ben said easily. Of the three of them, he seemed to have adopted the most rapport with the dwarf. "Care for some breakfast?"

The dwarf squinted before taking the plate.

 

Ben looked over the horizon, his brow furrowed.

“We should be there within the hour,” he said quietly.

 

“It’s a highly temperamental machine,” Boris growled. “You would be too if you connected all the Magyck of the universe.”