Oh, how apples sounded amazing right about now. When he went to check the buffet, people had crowded the place, and he was not about to wait in line for them. He'd check later to see if it was more manageable, but for now, these shrimp chips would just have to do.

"It's... some form of crunchy seafood and potato," he assumed, sniffling the crinkle-cut chip in his hands before cringing. The taste was really better than the scent, and that still didn't say much.

"They're decent enough, if you want some."

Shadow eyed her, his silent statement obvious in his expression and the way he held out his bag. Go on, Maisy. Have some. He can share.