A/N: Sorry for the really late posting! I'd been dragged to the movie theatre to watch Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle. Surprisingly, I did enjoy it. Anyway, I'll be posting these fluffy drabbles every day (life permitting) for the TLC Shipweeks. Enjoy! -AvocadoGoddess

Disclaimer: TLC belongs to Marissa Meyer.

"We'll be like detectives!" Winter had told him, practically glowing.

"Sitting in the corner of the galley all night on the hard floor isn't really what I pictured detectives do," Jacin said with a laugh. He found that he laughed more easily, now that Levana was gone. Now that he didn't have to worry about whether or not everything he did would be used against him.

"It's a stakeout," she informed him, "and it's because someone keeps sneaking some of the pastries that Scarlet needs for Thorne's birthday. Also they keep eating Wolf's tomatoes."

Jacin rolled his eyes. "Stars help us. You want us to stay awake the entire time?"

"Oh, come on, Jacin."

"Fine," he acquiesced, shaking his head resignedly. "What have I gotten myself into?"

Winter just laughed.

The Rampion was unnaturally silent at night. No noises other than the sounds of the machinery of the ship reached the two curled up in a corner of the galley.

"Don't pull the blanket!" Winter poked Jacin in his ribcage and gently tugged the sheets they'd brought from his bed.

She received only a sleepy mumble in return.

"Really, Jacin. You're falling asleep already?"

He flipped over, facing where she was propped up against the wall. "Everyone else has been asleep for at least two hours. Excuse me for succumbing to my human instincts."

There was a brief silence while Winter considered this. "All right," she said, "but if you hear anything, you'd better wake me up. Or else." Having issued this warning, she slid down under the blankets and arranged herself in a comfortable manner.

"Good night, Princess," Jacin's voice came from somewhere to her left. She couldn't tell for all the the blanket surrounding her.

They might have gone a bit overboard with those.

"Still calling me 'Princess'?" she asked.

"Old habits die hard."

And then, silence.

"Ah, shoot! Spades, what on earth?"

In Winter's haste to sit upright and get a look at the intruder, she planted her elbow firmly on Jacin's stomach. It was a total accident. Obviously.

"Stars, Winter," he gasped for breath, "what was that for?"

Winter was too busy laughing at the sheepish would-be-thief.

"Thorne?" she said in disbelief. "You know those pastries are for your birthday?"

"Did you seriously camp out here to find out?" he shot back. "And wait," craning his head to get a look at the disgruntled Jacin, "you dragged him along?"

Jacin scowled. "For the record, it was her idea."

"Obviously," said Thorne. "In what world would you think of doing this?"

Winter poked Thorne in the chest. "Stop goading him," she said with faux-solemnity, "You're just trying to distract us from the real issue."

"As punishment," Jacin put in, "I think we should get Scarlet out here and-"

Thorne interrupted, but not before paling visibly - probably at the thought of a furious and sleep-deprived Scarlet yelling at him. "I have a better idea."

"All right," Scarlet demanded. "Which of you did this?"

She brandished her arm at an empty pastry box. Several of the Rampion crew flinched away, not in the least because she was holding a sharp-looking knife in the same hand.

"Careful with the knife," Thorne cautioned, "they can, you know, cut stuff-"

He was swiftly silenced by a glare.

"Does no one here care to tell me anything?" she rolled her eyes, turning back to her rising bread dough.

Winter grinned, first at Jacin, then at Thorne. Her first was met with a slight eye roll and smirk; the second was met with a gleeful grin to match hers.

Mission accomplished.