"...Winter."
Layla raised an eyebrow.
"Didn't take you for the snow type."
"You can always wear more clothes."
She snorted.
"You just don't like people, do you?"
"Didn't say that."
"Okay, okay."
She chuckled.
"What about friends? Got any?"
"...Had a few."
Layla caught the shift in his tone and softened.
"Do you miss them?"
"..."
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he watched the fire flicker, the wood crackling softly.
"Next question."
For a moment, there was silence, then she shook off the mood and grinned again.
"Okay, what about something that makes you laugh?"
Malik snickered faintly.
"People running from animals smaller than them."
Layla cackled.
"Like what? Rats?"
"Rats, chickens, tiny canines."
He paused.
"Saw a full-grown man get chased by a baby monkey once."
Layla was wheezing.
"No way—what happened?"