[se] allowed to reach for it

Evie

Her partner in cooked crime quails immediately beneath Deimos' withering stare, leaving Evie to pout impotently. Luckily, Deimos is astute in more than just catching their ill-concealed planning, as he's aware her patience will not last long now that she knows food is near at hand. A goblinlike noise of pleasure gurgles in her throat as Deimos presents the delectable rolls, snatching one immediately and tearing it neatly in two to begin coating it in the cinnamon butter.

Only the sound of crackling ice keeps her from shoving it immediately into her mouth (though it's a very near thing). Still too confused to narrow her eyes at him as she would normally when he is so blatantly teasing her, Evie continues to glance around herself, sitting higher and eventually maneuvering onto her shins to try and glean any information from their surroundings. Just as she opens her mouth to mulishly inquire further, white fur catches her eye and silences her immediately. They're within easy viewing distance just across the stream, which is likely why they feel comfortable being so close, and Evie can't help how her expression instantly melts into something adoring. "Oh my gods, are those foxes?" Her free hand reaches to tug insistently on Deimos' sleeve, gesturing with her roll towards the -

Evie inhales a strangled squeal. "Are those kits?"

Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine