Matilda flushes at Luka’s question, smiling sheepishly and fiddling with her goggles. “It’s... a habit. I know someone who really loves sweets.” ....Loves sweets enough that Matilda would carry it everywhere, but she doesn’t dwell on that. Instead, she nods at Terrence’s enthusiasm. “And, as he said— it’s delicious!” A little sweet for her, though. Still, she’s more than content to nod in agreement and trail after Terrence, keeping her eyes peeled for trouble.

When he speaks, she’s the first to roll her eyes, scooping up the nearest newspaper. “That’s ridiculous. That’s before I was even—“ Her eyes lock onto the date. “Why are there so many old newspapers? Creepy.”