Horizon Ridge pasta la pizza, baby

Kiwi’s distrust goes unnoticed for a moment as Saarthal pops up. Awkwardly, Mallaidh smiles; they hadn’t exactly sorted much out over the last few days but they’re still together. Through thick and thin, she’d hoped, and maybe they can figure everything out eventually. For now, though, they have a distraction and she glances toward the child as her expression changes. “This is my friend, Saarthal,” she says, licking her lips and looking up to her companion. She raises an eyebrow to indicate she knows what she’s doing—sorta—and she’ll explain the first chance she gets.
 
“And this is Kiwi.”