{ "The best way out is always through."}
I was elbow-deep in requisition forms and regional reports when the knock came—not sharp, not urgent. Just familiar, and the door opened before I could even lift my head. Spark stepped in, carrying a tray that smelled like salvation, something savory and hot, with steam curling into the air. Right behind him was Wave, his mate, arms full of additional dishes and that serene calm he always seemed to carry like a second skin.
I blinked at them, confused for half a second. "You two are organizing a surprise inspection?"
Spark gave me a look. "You'd fail it, judging by how pale you are."
Wave smiled gently and closed the door behind her with her foot. "He's been holed up since dawn, hasn't he?"
"Since before," Spark said. "Thought I'd have to pry him out of the garden with a crowbar."