“Right,” she teased with a smirk. “It has nothing to do with the chocolate shavings and whipped cream.”
She opened the lid of her oatmeal and stirred it, pulling her sweater tighter around herself. “Hm. We probably should go pack for the mission soon.”
“Oh, damn it. I should go check on the guy that got shot, too. He should be fine, but he probably wants painkillers.”
"Only for you," she teased before pulling her sweater around herself and leaving the tent, her hands in her pockets.
Poppy returned a little while later, her bag slung over her back. She was frowning, but she brightened when she saw him.
"Hello again," she said, standing by his seat and kissing his head, her fingers playing with his hair idly. "Did you pack?"
