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[devoutish]

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oops they were supposed to find their food on the top floor and I forgot FUDGES IT

[devoutish]

You did too, mate. You-- what's that?

[The door back into the skyscraper drifts open just an inch or two - in their haste to leave, one or the other of them hadn't latched it properly. Sitting just on the other side of it, two covered tins can be seen.]

oopsies

[bywolves]

[ Royce startles sharply, actually pushing Alfie back a step defensively. But there's nothing bad, no monster, no person looking to do them harm. A beat, and then Royce says, softer: ]

What is that?

[devoutish]

Wasn't there before.

[That he's sure of. Whatever it is, it's in a place that they would have had to step on or step over it, and they hadn't done either. Cautiously, he approaches, tugging Royce along with him.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce comes with him, but he's got one of his shivs in his free hand, not taking any chances. ]

Stop. Don't just pick them up, let me look. [ Royce demands, scooting in front of Alfie. ] Let me look for trapwires.

[devoutish]

[Not likely, Alfie thinks, but still possible. He bends too, letting go of Royce for just a moment.]

I know wires. I'll help.

[bywolves]

[ Royce sighs, annoyed - it's such a stupid thing to be annoyed about, he knows, he just wants to be useful for once - but doesn't argue. He gets a look at the boxes, and carefully reaches down to run his fingers along the edges, looking for traps. He can't feel or see any. ]

[devoutish]

Royce, I'm not lying; I do. Two sets of eyes and all.

[When Royce is done looking over the box, Alfie gestures for it, wanting to take it from him so he can peek inside.]

[bywolves]

I didn't say you were lying. [ He just wanted to be the cool thief for once!! He hands it over. ]

[devoutish]

[He lifts the lid, and... hot damn.]

There's food in here. Fresh food, from home.

[Not literally from home, he knows, but it's just that he hasn't seen this particular pastry in any of the shops, and it happens to be one of his favorites.]

Babka.

[bywolves]

[ Oh. What. Royce raises his eyebrow, staring down at it. ]

Babka. [ He repeats. ] Do you think it was for...

[devoutish]

They gave me that blanket last time.

[So...]

[bywolves]

Mm. [ He glances back at the building. A pause, and then: ] You're welcome.

[devoutish]

Yeah. And-- thanks.

[He reaches out and slowly pulls the door closed, latching it this time.]

What's in the other one?

[bywolves]

[ He looks in the tin. Inside is an arrangement of bread - it's all the same type, but they're small buns, almost. They're baked, and have what looks like a very light sprinkle of sugar over the top of them. ]

They're... these. [ Royce says, quietly, staring. A beat, and he closes the tin, shaking his head. ]

[devoutish]

Do you recognize them? Are they things from home?

[bywolves]

Yes. [ He says, quietly. ] Sweet bread. There was... there was a bakery on the corner of the street I lived on as a kid. The owner was an angry old man who hated everybody, and his mouth got him into trouble with the gangs and guilds.

[ His hands shake a bit. ] I stopped someone from mugging him, once. Don't know why.

Every time I walked by that bakery, he'd chase me down to give me one of these. Never could get the recipe right.

[devoutish]

[Royce, that is the most adorable story he's ever heard. He sidles closer.]

Let me have a taste. I can try to puzzle the ingredients out.

[Not that he really thinks he'll ever have a chance to bake again, but.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce nods a little, distracted. He opens the tin, staring down at the sweet rolls. Go ahead. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie reaches in and takes one out, taking the smallest of bites - he wants to leave most of it for Royce. In return, he pulls off a much bigger piece of babka, putting it in Royce's tin.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce bites his bottom lip - and then he pushes the one roll that Alfie took and makes sure he keeps it. They can trade. ]

... Thanks. [ He takes a deep breath. ] Let's go? It's cold.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Let's walk.

[He's going to eat as he walks, though. He'll crash later, once the adrenaline has worn off some, but right now he's still pretty alert and with it, and this food is warm and delicious.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce is mostly glad to see him enjoy his food. And later, Royce will too, but - right now, he's just concentrating on one thing at a time. Find shelter. Put together the air mattress, lay down. Make sure Alfie continues to be okay. Then he can figure out how he feels about the sweet rolls. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie intends to finish off the babka while it's hot, and he intends to make sure Royce does the same - it's enjoyed best that way. When they're halfway down the skywalk, he gives Royce's box a glance.]

Do you like it? The babka?

[bywolves]

I - what? [ Oh. He blinks, and then: ] I haven't tried it. Do you like it?

[devoutish]

Very much. Your sweetbread is also excellent. Try your bit of babka before it gets cold, eh?