A/N- I have some very specific future scenes in mind, but my brain is focusing on them so much that it's struggling to put present events together first. Oops.
Kid's fur coat was honestly rather ridiculous, it drew attention to itself the same way a flashing light bulb attracted various insects. Normally this was a good thing, he wanted those around him to see him- Not just to notice him, but to truly be aware of his presence and the threat he could pose. Watching Beau toddle along while wrapped in it, though, he found himself hating the way it caught stranger's eyes, the locals pausing their everyday tasks to stare at the fluffy set of ears that stuck out from awkwardly moving bundle of burgundy, green eyes peering over the top in an attempt to watch her step. It wasn't like he had any other options, this was the first Winter island they'd landed on, and thus it was Beau's first chance to find some warmer clothes for herself, almost waddling under the hefty coat as they made their way into town.
The name 'Holly Town' seemed to fit well enough, Winter's Autumn providing a distinctly frozen vibe despite the occasional flash of green or yellow from hardier plants. Snow lined sidewalks were slick with melting ice, and small cafes or bakeries seemed to dot every corner, attracting customers to their promised warmth. Most of the town seemed unaware of prior day's murders, but the occasional whisper or hurry to walk the other way didn't go unnoticed, presumably these were the few present customers during the inn's change in management, or they could simply be people who recognized them from updated posters. Despite appropriate clothes being this first visit's main purpose, Kid caught the way his smaller companion's eyes lingered on a book store, slowing her pace for a moment as she stared before quickening it once more to keep up. Without stopping, he looked over his shoulder to the men at their flank, giving them a nod of acknowledgement before tossing a wad of rolled beri behind himself.
"Go raid the bookstore, grab whatever shit they've got on display" He ordered, earning a grumble from Fletch and a head tilt from Beau.
"Sorry mon loup, but I refuse to let you dress her up like some circus act. If we're taking her clothes shopping, I'm going to have to be there" Rocco replied, leaving Fletch to buy books on his own as Kid vocalized distaste for Rocco's mouthy attitude.
With a hard set frown, the mountain of a man shouldered his way into the bookstore, not necessarily disliking the order itself- Rather the fact he was left to do it on his own as Rocco latched onto the idea of dressing Beau up like a leech to a blood bag. All eyes darted towards him at the doorbell's jingle, and he stared them down with about as much enthusiasm as a corpse, the small handful of patrons quickly returning to their own affairs as Fletch mosied his way to the counter. What was it the Captain said? 'Grab whatever shit they've got on display'? Fine, Kid could eat his fucking words for not bothering with specifics.
"How much for that?" He asked the clerk, finger pointing behind himself towards the stocked shelves.
"I'm sorry Sir, but I can't really tell which book you're pointing to from here- Could you please tell me what it's called?"
"All of it. I wanna buy the lot."
"Ah- well I mean- I don't know the number off the top of my head, w-we'd have to price them all one at a time and come up with a total, are you absolutely sure?" He stammered out, bracing himself for the punchline as this was surely a joke.
Without another word, Fletch made his way to the nearest shelf and slid muscled fingers into the gaps at each end, effortlessly lifting a whole row of books and dumping them on the counter with an unceremonious 'thonk'. The two remaining customers stared in stunned silence, before making the wise decision to turn tail and get the hell out.
"Ok, these first then"
Oh. Oh he was serious. Swallowing his initial disbelief, the clerk took a moment to exit his post and swap the door's sign to 'closed', figuring there was no point luring in customers if the shelves were being cleared. Fletch watched in silent satisfaction as the clerk began painstakingly plugging each title's price into an ancient looking calculator, packing them into boxes before beginning on the next lot. The poor man looked exhausted by the end of it, and nervously glanced up at his hulking customer with the final price displayed in front of him.
"That's umm- That'll be one million, five hundred a-and sixty thousand beri total, Sir" Part of him was still convinced the man would walk out with a laugh, leaving him to unpack everything. Who spends that much money on books?
"Sure" Was his only reply, counting out the hundred and fifty bills Kid threw his way, needing to pull the remaining sixty thousand beri from personal funds. He'd hit the Captain up for reimbursement later, first came hauling all these damn boxes to shore and getting them up on the ship.
"Would you like to borrow our wagon?" The clerk asked, watching Fletch stack the boxes into piles of five.
"How much?"
"Honestly, if it means I can be done for the day? Go ahead and use it for free"
As Fletch enacted petty revenge, the rest of his small group were well into their own venture, Rocco delighting in picking out various articles of clothing before sending Beau off to try them on, arms overladen with potential purchases. He'd attempted to do the same for his Captain, who vehemently refused and threatened to strangle him with his own scarf if he kept shoving various shirts in his face.
"Then at least wear something a little more reasonable for the climate" He'd bitched, gesturing to the Captain's state of dress as they sat away from the dressing rooms and waited for smaller companion's return.
"I am" Kid insisted in response, meeting Rocco's scowl before gesturing to his belted war kilt.
"Wha- That thing? What's it even supposed to do? Keep your bellybutton warm?!"
"Keeps my vest closed"
"That wouldn't be a problem in the first place if you'd just wear one that fit properly!"
All arguments fell on deaf ears, and before long Rocco realized there was no hope for this man. If he froze to death then so be it, no one could say he didn't try. Luckily it didn't take long for Beau to return, sliding open the changing room curtain and stepping forward with reddened cheeks to await appraisal. The blonde leaped to his feet, quickly adjusting this and tucking that, until he was satisfied with the presentation of his little friend and called for the Captain's input.
"Your thoughts, mon loup?" He asked, hands on Beau's shoulders as if he were presenting her to a suitor.
Kid had allowed his mind to wander aimlessly once Rocco no longer harassed him, arms crossed and eyes staring at nothing in particular as he tapped his foot. His friend's chosen nickname refocused the man's attention, and he looked up at Beau intending to say he couldn't care less and to just let her pick out what she wanted so they could get on with it. Unfortunately, his brain ground to a halt as eyes landed on begrudgingly admitted crush, shoved into an outfit obviously not of her own choosing.
With a preference for looser clothes during the day and Kid's oversized shirt at night, there hadn't been a chance to really notice her body's slow change, months of proper nutrition allowing her to gradually pad out with a healthy layer of fat over areas previously deprived. It was good, a sign of proper health that she herself seemed to notice, patting her outer hips with open palms as if suddenly aware of acquired squishiness. The outfit itself was... Something else. Rocco had picked out a short dress of sorts, with medium sleeves and thick fabric that hugged her tightly till frills fanned out at mid hip, ending at half thigh in neat rounded ruffles. Tight pants wrapped her lower body in their own warmth, providing appropriate cover despite hiding nothing to the imagination beyond skin's natural shade.
Very suddenly, Kid found himself reminded of the night before, how he'd performed the drunken blunder of pressing her against his side in the public bath, how he could vaguely remember the softness of skin on skin and wondered if it'd been the alcohol talking or if she really had felt that nice against him. The urge to tear away this overly clingy outfit and see for himself hit him full force, and he dug painted nails into his forearms in an attempt to re-gain control over his mind as Beau shifted uncomfortably beneath his gaze. Rocco sent her back to try on something else, and he ground his molars together while watching her walk away, amber eyes locked on her rear as swishing tail pushed up the short skirt.
"Alright, maybe this wasn't such a great idea..." His friend admitted, re-taking his seat beside the Captain and scratching at the back of his neck.
"She needs something warm." Was all Kid could strain out.
"Yes, but I think you're a little too warm right now. I thought it might be nice to help you appreciate her form and gently nudge you in the right direction, but I didn't expect you to mentally shut down at the sight of her in something other than a baggy blouse"
"What? I didn't-"
"Mon loup you were silent for minutes, the poor thing thought you didn't like it, heaven knows I don't have the heart to tell her you liked it too much"
Kid unfolded his arms and slouched forwards, grumbling expletives to himself as he buried embarrassment in his hands. What the fuck was he supposed to do? Tell her he was a starved man and she looked like a full course meal? Pathetic, he needed to get this shit under control before it genuinely caused him to fuck up. Allowing his forearms to hang across muscled legs, he sighed, refusing to meet Rocco's gaze as he dejectedly asked-
"What the fuck do I do?"
"You cherish her, like the little treasure she is. I know we don't yet have the same history between us as some of the other members of this hodge podge little group, so it's strange to hear such advice from yours truly, but believe me- The best thing you can do is accept how you feel, and channel that energy into gestures you know she'll appreciate. Pay attention to the things she enjoys and facilitate them. I know she's still very sheltered, so it isn't as simple as asking her what kind of hobbies she has, but just watch her as she tries new things and take note of her reactions. She already cherishes you more than anything, and I can't say whether or not she feels anything more based on her circumstances, but the groundwork is there and you'd be a fool not to build on it"
"That... Doesn't answer my question"
"Then allow me to spell out some suggestions," Rocco offered, waiting for Kid to glance his way in acknowledgement before continuing, "Make sure you validate her feelings. I know the rest of us can handle little things without losing any sleep, but she's still fragile- If something small or silly makes her happy, encourage it. Likewise, if you think she's upset over something pointless, don't belittle her, simply offer her comfort. I know words aren't your strong suit but choose them carefully, compliment her for things that might seem inconsequential, or simply choose nicer nicknames to call her by than 'runt' or 'shrimpy', I promise you no woman is swooning over those"
"What's wrong with them?" Kid grumbled in response, she'd never minded the nicknames he used, so why should he change them?
"You're repeatedly telling her that she's small and underdeveloped, weak and pathetic. Try thinking up something that gives a positive message. On that note, I know you're already very sweet with her physically- Don't roll your eyes, we all think it's charming. I just wanted to suggest that you make sure she knows your gestures are given willingly, rather than simply reciprocation for everything she gives you. There's a difference between being adored out of gratitude and adored out of the raw desire to do so. I don't know how you conduct yourself in private, so I can't comment on whether or not you already do such things for her, but it's still something to keep in mind"
This was... Good advice. Long winded, strangely specific and almost unbearably embarrassing, but helpful none the less, even if it didn't tell him how to cope with more ravenous urges, it gave him somewhere to start for an attempt at proper treatment. Kid allowed a moment of silence to pass as he committed what he could to memory, before glancing at his crew-mate once more.
"Hey"
"Hm?"
"Thanks."
A clap to Kid's back was Rocco's response, and the two of them fell into a more comfortable silence as they waited... And waited some more. With a frown, Kid rose from his seat and strode towards the changing booth, hearing small sniffles at approach as something was obviously wrong.
"Hey, you good?" He asked, earning a strange look from one of the store's employees as he lumbered outside the stall.
"Oh, u-umm... I'm stuck" Came squeaked admittance, followed by another sniff.
Oh. Ok, he should get one of the store assistants to deal with this right? No screw that, he didn't know these people. The redhead took a deep breath in through his nose before quickly slipping behind the curtain, careful to keep his eyes on her face- Or on the small part of it he could actually see. Her arms were bent at the elbow, pinned to her sides in the motion one would use to remove a shirt, dress upturned and falling over the top of her head like a ridiculous cape. Kid bit back the urge to laugh, quickly pulling the piece of clothing back down in search of a missed zipper or hook.
"Well there's your problem, gotta undo the laces at the back first" He explained, hands moving to pull the knot apart as he helped her remove the offending garment.
Sighing in relief as the dress fell to the floor, Beau looked warily at the pile of items Rocco still wanted her to try. Unbothered by Kid's presence while dressed only in light blue undergarments, she gazed up at him to ask-
"Is it rude if... If I don't like what he chose?" She was nervous, afraid her rejection would offend the other man and make her seem ungrateful, "They're all very pretty, I just, they're quite tight in some places and it feels like I'm being squeezed... M-Mop Face used to put me in outfits that squeezed like that, and I'd h-have to-" She swallowed, memories responsible for the tremble of her shoulders rather than Winter's chill.
Thoughts of her joke of a Maid's outfit surfaced, and Kid couldn't help the guilt that ate at him as he realized he'd ogled her in this outfit much the same way Tallow would have in that one. Without the cover of clothing, her scars were quick to remind him of past treatment, evidence of prior objectification and of the lasting impact it had on the little woman.
"You can wear whatever you want, alright? That's the way we do things around here. Rocco's just tryin' to help, but that don't mean you gotta let him..." He promised, before a devious thought came to mind, "We can burn that dress if you want"
"But it's so pretty!" She exclaimed, quickly retrieving it from the floor and rearranging it onto given hanger, "It didn't hurt me, you don't have to kill it" A kiss to the top of her head followed a grunt of concession, Kid accepting her verdict.
"Alright, we'll spare it. Anything in that pile you actually wanna keep?"
"Mm, I like the longer skirts, a-and the sweaters! But, is it ok if I get them in a bigger size? I don't like the way tighter ones stretch over my chest..."
"Gimme the ones that're too small and I'll send Fancypants off to swap them"
Finally, with Rocco tempering his excitement after a word of warning, Beau was given the chance to try on a variety of- In his opinion- 'Less fashionable' Items. But personal tastes were always respected in the end, and the various combinations of large jumpers, knee length skirts and thick tights did the intended job of keeping her warm despite being somewhat monotonous. A scarf was suggested but quickly abandoned, as the feel of fabric wrapping around her neck sent the half Mink into a terrified panic, Kid ripping the thing in half despite an exasperated 'You'll have to pay for that!' to show it stood no chance against him, promising no one would force her to wear one. A couple of heavy duty coats for extreme conditions were added to final selection, and the well overdue purchase was made, Beau immediately slipping into a thick cream colored jumper and all but burrowing herself in it's softness.
Staying at the inn wasn't so bad, the crew as a whole given the chance to just kick back and enjoy themselves when it wasn't their turn to watch the ship. With all twelve of them in the same room, all manner of nonsense was bickered about or pondered, and various board games provided all manner of amusement until a certain one began destroying friendships faster than a nosy neighbor.
"I swear, if this shitty fucking game sends me to Impel Down one more time..." Sunnie hissed through clenched teeth, scowling at the brightly colored board atop communal room's low table.
"It's ok! I landed on one of your islands, s-so I have to pay the tribute now, right?" Offered Beau in response, handing several fake beri bills to her crew-mate after placing her flowerpot game piece on one of his owned tiles.
"You know mon chaton, this game is supposed to be about destroying each other's livelihoods as quickly as possible, you don't have to comfort the losers every tim-"
"Don't talk to the enemy Fancypants, she owns half the fucking board. Us broke bastards gotta stick together" Kid interrupted, waving a hand in Rocco's face to shut him up as he concentrated on shaking the dice in his palm.
"You tried to rob the bank." Accused Killer.
"I'm a fucking pirate, and you're not even playing! The fuck have you got to complain about?!"
"I'm not playing because you told me having a mask was an unfair advantage, so I'll just watch you suffer instead. Enjoy bankruptcy, I hear it's popular these days"
"W-would you like to share? I don't have a mask, so I can't really hide anything- That's fair, right?" Asked their smallest, making room at blonde friend's approach.
"Actually, I think I'd like that very much" He accepted, allowing Beau to sit atop crossed legs as they joined forces to destroy baffled companions.
The game ended with Kid angrily flipping the board over, declaring the entire premise to be bullshit with Sunnie's enthusiastic agreement, scowling as Killer's shoulders shook in silent mirth.
"Well then, if our Captain's going to be such a sore loser and refuse to talk to 'the enemy', I guess you'll just have to share my bed for tonight" The masked man declared, placing scruffled chin against the top of Beau's head.
"That's so silly," She giggled, pressing back against welcomed touch, "But I'm happy to share. I like the Captain's smell, but yours is nice too"
"Killer, a word?" Kid growled, lips forming a tight line as he stormed out of shared room.
Carefully placing his hands on Beau's waist, the blonde lifted her from his lap and stood, offering a pat to the head in apology for sudden loss of warm seating before following out after tantruming friend. Good, he'd been paying attention. The pair of them barely made it out into the main courtyard before Kid whirled on his heels to face him, shoulders tensed.
"What the fuck are you doing." He demanded through sour scowl.
"I'm helping you"
"Ha?"
"Kid, correct me if I'm wrong, but you're worried she only prefers your company out of habit and personal debt, aren't you?"
"I-" He couldn't deny it, that was absolutely one of the many problems he had with this whole situation, "Yeah, so what?"
"If you want her to actually choose you over anyone else, not just as a friend but as a prospective bachelor, you need to let her see that there are other options in the first place, and that it's ok to explore them"
"Eugh could you at least try to word it in a way that's not so... gross?" The redhead complained, face scrunched at the thought of himself in a suit with hair slicked back, holding some kind of bouquet full of half wilted flowers.
"Fine. If you want her to like you back, you have to give her the chance to explore closer friendships with other people too. Let her spread out a little and become less dependent so she doesn't wake up one morning and realize your entire dynamic is horrifically imbalanced" He explained, putting it more matter of factly to help his friend understand.
"... And if she wants to hook up with some other asshole? She's all cutesy and shit, lotta dudes are into that" Was Kid's eventual reply, tone quieter as his face pulled into a light pout.
"Then you let her. Don't look at me like that- If she wants someone else and it works out, be happy for her. If you can't be supportive of another person's happiness then you don't deserve them in the first place, so the least you could do as her friend would be to respect her choices and encourage her to follow whatever path she might want. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah." He mumbled, hands buried deep within pant pockets as he sulked his way back to their room.
Kid knew his friend was right- As usual with these kinds of things. The bigger problem here was that life as a pirate had spoiled him in a way; He'd grown accustomed to getting whatever conquest suited his fancy, be it a lady for hire or an item of value, so the idea of simply giving up something precious without a fight caused him to itch on the inside, much preferring to kill anyone who got in his way instead of seeing them off with a wave as they stole the first romantic interest he'd had since childhood. But Beau wasn't a thing to own or steal, she was a person who'd spent her life being treated as an object thus far, and giving into the urge to simply assert himself and decide no one else could have her would only reinforce foulest lies.
Her joy at his return didn't go unnoticed, and he couldn't help but wonder- If she found herself pursuing someone else, would she still welcome him back the same way? Light up at the mere sight of him and offer sweet greetings? Or would she be too busy paying attention to chosen partner to even notice? A glance around the room as his thoughts wandered brought up yet another sobering realization; No one in his crew would touch her, so would she leave upon finding someone? Would he have to give up not just her gentle adorations, but also her mere presence to some other lowlife? Settling for bed that night without her atop his chest only made inner ache worse, glancing to the futon beside his to watch as Beau slept peacefully atop his closest friend.
Aware of Kid's stare, Killer simply pretended to be asleep, one arm resting behind his head atop feathery pillow while his other hand lay tangled in Beau's hair. So this was the sight his friend fell asleep to each night, was it? Beau laying on her belly, cheek turned to the pillow atop his chest with one hand either side of her face, fingers curled into light fists as sleep relaxed her. The extra weight atop his torso was comforting, and he could understand how someone who struggled to unwind would quickly grow attached to such a feeling, let alone the person responsible for it. Never the less, dependency was a hurdle they both needed to overcome, and he'd do his best to assist where possible, ever anxious over the very real possibility that Kid could simply snap and say- Or stars forbid do something he couldn't take back.
Morning took it's sweet time to arrive, hand in hand with the tasty breakfast Cheep insisted on preparing for them each day with the help of her friends. Kid could hardly pronounce half the dishes before him, but it tasted good enough to keep his mind focused on the meal, shoveling food into his sleepless body like a vacuum cleaner as most of his companions exhibited similarly awful table manners. Conversations picked up near meal's end, the Captain shamelessly listening in as Sunnie made plans to steal Beau away for the day.
"Hey Shortstuff, you said there were a bunch of Cafes around town, right? Wanna go check'em out?"
"I'd love to!" The half Mink perked in response, quickly turning to face Kid with an excited smile, "Would you like to come too, Captain?"
As always, she invited him to accompany her. Killer's 'assistance' from the night before crossed his mind once again, and he wore his best poker face to turn the offer down despite her visible disappointment. A nod of approval from Sunnie told him this outing held similar helpful intent, and he couldn't help the contortion of his face as it settled somewhere between scowl and pout. Regardless, the pair of them ventured to town by themselves, picking out a cafe with an almost rustic looking interior of polished wood and comfortably padded chairs, warmth blessing their chilled faces as soon as they pushed past swinging door. The mohawked man glanced over the menu, lips pursed in thoughtful scrunch as he considered their options before simply deciding to ask what the little lady seated across from him found interesting.
"What about this?" She suggested, pointing to a certain picture, "The hot chocolate shake? It says it's perfect for sharing"
Sunnie eyed the image of a tall glass full of dark brown liquid, whipped cream and chocolate shavings piled high on top with two straws poking out at different angles. To most people this was obviously a couple's drink, politely hinted at through both image and description though he was sure Beau missed the point entirely. But sharing with the crew was as common an act to the little woman as brushing her hair, and he wouldn't hold it against her or turn down the offer of shared drink as all intentions were innocent, including his own. With the addition of two pieces of pie, their order was placed, idle chatter about recent events filling their booth as the pair giddily exchanged details on their previous day's antics.
"So wait, you really let the Captain help you change? Ain't the clerks supposed to help with that?"
"They are? I didn't know that... But I'm happy it was him instead. I'm sure the people that work there are lovely, but I don't really know them, a-and the Captain always turns his back so I can change when I'm done showering, so I know he won't hurt me just because I'm in my underclothes" Beau mused in response.
The conversation paused to accept food's delivery, a delighted squeal leaving Beau's throat at her first taste of snowapple pie. Shared drink nearly towered over the smaller of the two, green eyes barely peeking over the top of chocolate covered cream as both parties leaned forward for exploratory sip. Delicious, they thought in unison, both expressing appreciation for warm frothy goodness in their own way after first taste.
"Hey, Shortstuff, can I ask you something?"
"Of course"
"What're your thoughts on the Captain?" It was a ballsy question, but one he'd been curious about for a while now. It was plain as day to see she held Kid in high regard, but whether or not she held any kind of further interest towards him, or was even aware of how such things felt? Those were mysteries he and several others among the crew would like solved.
"Well... I think he's mean to everyone because he's mean to himself, but he really does care about us and tries to be a good boss. If he didn't, he wouldn't split things equally just to keep things peaceful, a-and when you guys get into fights with each other, no one is ever so injured I can't help them when it's over. I know this is the only crew I've ever been around, so I can't say what other Captains are like... But I think he does a really good job" She answered, finishing with a warm smile that oozed sincerity to the point Sunnie might've cried if he'd been less sober.
"That's- Yeah, that's a real good way of looking at it. But what about you? Like, how's he make you feel?" Her initial answer had somewhat missed the point, but that was alright, they had plenty of time.
"Oh, hmm..." She hummed in thought, musing over the way her chest both tightened and swelled simultaneously, "I know he hates that I'm still so scared all the time, e-especially when I get scared of him, but it's not his fault. The truth is... When I spend time with him I feel the least scared, even if something he does frightens me, he always shows me that it's ok and I'm not going to get hurt. He's so warm, and I used to think it was just his body that carried that heat, but now even being near him o-or thinking about how nice he smells, I feel that warmth up in my chest, l-like he shared some of the fire in his belly with me and now all it wants to do is burst out and swallow me whole..." She finished heartfelt answer with fingertips pressed between her collarbones, warm flush tinting her cheeks as she described what her friend recognized to be a crush in full bloom.
"Does it make you wanna do somethin' about it?" He prodded further, digging his way as far down that rabbit hole as he could get away with.
"Mm, I don't really know what to do about it, I just... Don't want it to stop. He really is my favorite person, and I know I- I don't really know lots and lots of people, but even if I did I think he'd still be my favorite. If anyone else had grabbed me like that- In the bath I mean, after the party- I think I would've been really scared because I was bare and they could just... But I wasn't scared with him, he's never ever made me do those awful things, even when I thought I had to serve him and offered myself, he always told me it wasn't ok to use me like that and that no one was allowed... So when he pulled me to his skin and kept me hidden from everyone else, I felt... Safe. I-it was embarrassing, because everyone was undressed together and m-my chest was pressed to his side, so it startled me a bit but- I- It made me feel something in my tummy and I don't know what words to use for it, like a nausea but without the unpleasantness" The color on her cheeks deepened, and she took a sip of shared shake while Sunnie hummed in response.
Alright, yeah, that pretty much confirmed it. He understood Killer's intentions with helping the little lady branch out and grow more confident, and he'd play his own part in helping her get there too, but it seemed she already reciprocated their Captain's more amorous interests, even if she hadn't yet recognized them as such due to lack of experience. Well, no need to rush- He'd let their First Mate in on what was learned, but it'd be up to her to reconcile these new emotions, pushing her one way or the other would simply hinder slow growing independence. Not to say they wouldn't offer advice or insight if she approached them about it, but the choice to inquire had to be her own before outside input could be given.
"Sunnie? Could we- Do you think it'd be ok if we brought back a whole pie to share with everyone?" She asked after thoughtful silence, earning a light chuckle from her friend.
"Course we can, better ask them to cut it here though or someone's gonna shove half the thing in their face before anyone else gets to it" He advised, ruffling brown hair as Beau finished her final morsels of pastry.