finally, he’s caught up to her and her bizarre uncle at a restaurant stop. with his hoodie drawn up, covering his scarred face, he glances over as she scans the candy for something lacking color. after a moment, he grabs a bag of black licorice and hands it to her, peeking out from under his hood. “is this what you’re looking for?” he asks, a faint smile playing across his lips as his eyes meet hers. and then, with a glint of mischief in his eyes, he greets her, “wednesday.”