Puck watches him at it, with every appearance of idleness.

Apparently, none of the drawers or boxes contained snacks.


His fingers tap absently against the carpeted floor. Outside the door, groans continue to sound, punctuated by the occasional battle cry, explosion, and scream.

The last of these makes Puck twitch.

"'Tis far off," he says in a low voice, the subtext there being FEEL FREE NOT TO GO.