"It's almost impressive," Kix muttered, feeling around Hardcase's shoulder. "How did you even—Fives, hand me that kit, will you?"
A medkit was pushed into Kix's hand, thankfully not accompanied by any jokes.
Because, as it turned out, the kit itself was Fives's joke. Or his idea of one.
"Fives."
"Kix."
"What is this?"
"It's Kix!" Fives grinned. "We found it at the store. They named a cereal after you!"
Kix raised an eyebrow.
"It's good. You want some?" Fives grabbed some cereal from the (former) medkit and popped it in his mouth.
Kix sighed. His life certainly was interesting.
