[Nyx doesn't hesitate to move for the cupboard, putting his back to the both of them for the time it takes to grab what they need. He's had enough time to think about what happened, and what he's going to do about it, and ultimately decided that seeing enemies everywhere he steps isn't going to help him in the long run. Not here.
He hands them off to Crowe and lingers over near the counter, studying the work Cassian's been doing. Could he steal a cookie and get away with it? That would probably be immoral. He could just wait and buy them later.
But then they wouldn't be fresh...]
So be honest: just how much of this thing are you supplying?
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He hands them off to Crowe and lingers over near the counter, studying the work Cassian's been doing. Could he steal a cookie and get away with it? That would probably be immoral. He could just wait and buy them later.
But then they wouldn't be fresh...]
So be honest: just how much of this thing are you supplying?