When she was arranging supplies inside the cabinets, her fingers brushed against something crinkly. Pulling it out, she chuckled—a half-eaten snack bag, hidden away like a secret treasure. She shook her head. "Honestly… which one of them sneaks food here?"
Dante stepped closer, curiosity in his crimson eyes. Seeing her holding the bag, his lips curved slightly—not a full smile, but enough to soften his sharp features. "They've been hiding snacks here?"
"Looks like it," Alina laughed softly, her voice carrying warmth. "I wouldn't be surprised if it was Drake. Or Boo. Or both."
Dante's gaze focused on the bag, then on the shelves filled with crayons and books. He thought of how often they tore through paper and colours, how quickly snacks vanished, and how eagerly they reached for the smallest joys. His chest tightened with something unfamiliar—something like pride, something like responsibility. "I'll tell the kitchen staff to prepare more," he said quietly.
