Then Felicity saw them seeing her.
Her steps faltered not from fear but from awareness, aflush rose quickly across her cheeks, and for the first time since bounding out of her space she seemed to remember that she was not just wearing a shirt she was wearing Victor's shirt.
Her gaze flicked to him, then down and then back up again, with the most adorable lack of strategy in the world, she shifted half a step behind Victor like he was a wall she could hide in.
Snow Team took visible emotional damage from that.
Tommy recovered first, because Tommy always did. "What's for dinner," he asked loudly, as if his voice hadn't gone a little strange at the start of the sentence.
Felicity peeked around Victor's arm, still pink. "KBBQ."
Tommy stared at her, then at the trays coming out and then at the fire pit Lucan was currently shaping into something far more elegant than any apocalypse fire pit had a right to be. "You know what, actually, I love civilization."
