Page 48 of Hidden Depths

"I'm trying."

Storm nodded.

"I know."

A few minutes later...

Scott wandered into the galley.

His hair stuck up in every direction.

He stopped.

Sniffed.

Then pointed dramatically toward the oven.

"I knew it."

Willow folded her arms.

"You smelled cinnamon from your cabin?"

"I have gifts."

Storm laughed.

"You have a stomach."

"They work together."

Scott opened a cabinet.

"No."

Another cabinet.

"No."

Then the pantry.

"There you are."

Willow blinked.

"Were you looking for something?"

"My emergency snacks."

"You've hidden snacks?"

"They're emergency snacks."

Storm sighed.

"You've been aboard two days."

"I prepare quickly."