Right Journal This Time
Caerus managed to keep his balance as Deimos hugged him, and also managed to keep his calm when he noticed the feathery mess in his hand. A bird. A dead bird? Why was Deimos carrying that around? Should he even ask?
“This is food, and a couple of other things, but not the surprise. The surprise is already here, actually. If you put down that - bird - I think you’ll have an easier time helping me, yeah?” Caerus found himself hoping Deimos would agree. “Lead me to this fridge of yours, okay?”