The little shadow that runs through the grass

magicandsteel:

Tim blinks a bit, tilting his head, then nods, speaking quietly. “Anything you have we could borrow- we don’t know what we’re dealing with, but it’s not weak.” He offers her a small smile. “I hate to impose, really.”

He shakes his head, clearing the thoughts from his mind. “In any case, we’re hardly here to talk about business! A knife, if you would, let’s get this pizza ready before it gets cold!”

“It’s no imposition, honest. You need help, I have weapons—they’re yours.” Messy shrugs, picking up a throwing knife and twirling it idly before fishing out a proper knife and handing it to him, finding plates and cups for drinking. “What do you do for fun when you’re not a psychic—besides eating entire libraries whole?”