Mostly, it was the cans. The too-sweet syrup, the fact that all the shit they had was pears or that cocktail stuff that all ended up tasting the same anyway. But it was food and he was hungry, so it'd do.

There was a slight quirk to his lips as he watched her run across the floor. Now he was kinda glad that he hadn't slept down there...

He took the cans and the opener... but he gave a jump when her feet went under him. "Goddamn, you're cold. I ain't your heater!"

Not that he was doing much to stop her, but a quick run to the bag to grab some cans, and she was an ice cube already.