She was, in fact, correct in not believing him. “Yes, a little… As long as I remember to wrap them in a handkerchief, that is.” And no, he hadn’t done that just now. The rolls were free to get crumbs all over the insides of his pockets. He’d ask forgiveness later and enjoy the occasional snack now.

“Well, we do sometimes work opposite shifts…? He sometimes works afternoons and evenings at the tailor shop, and I tend to fluctuate with mine.” Llewellyn was famous for keeping busy, after all. When he wasn’t at the gullwings office or wandering for a case, he was probably at the Garden if she let him pester for lessons or to work and help out.

Awkwardly, he rubbed at his cheek out of habit. “Maybe I could stand to make a little more time… But I am trying to save… I’d like to find a home for us one day.” He offered with a small shrug. He still needed to actually approach that topic with Rhy.