You knocked on the door to scout’s room, before you opened it.

Scout looked over at you in annoyance and confusion as you interrupted his peaceful time watching baseball on the tv.

He looked at you with squinted eyes. “What, sacre bleu. Can I not even get a bit of peace around ere’?”

He swirled his wings glass around, which was actually just filled with Bonk! Atomic Punch. He sipped it. Before he put the glass down, crossing his arms, watching you with a pointed glare.

As you noticed this glare, you decided your only option was to just show what you came to give him, a gas station bag, full of snacks.

Making him soften his expression and stand up, walking over to you and taking the bag.

“A honey bun? What would i want this for?” He slicked back an unruly strand of hair from his face.