The little shadow that runs through the grass

magicandsteel:

Tim gives her an innocent look, still out from under his eyelashes, a hint of a smirk dancing around the corners of his mouth. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, Messy~” He glances over, eyes widening a fraction. “Not that drawer, the next, dear. Sorry, I’ve reshuffled the kitchen recently, to accommodate…” He gestures towards the drawer. “To accommodate the weapons stock for whatever’s coming after us.”

“I can lend you some AI knives,” Messy says promptly. “And a couple of laser cannons. I’ve got a whole cache of things in the back, really, I’ve been trying to offload them for ages…”