Merida and Tucker
"Hell yeah, I was!" Tucker attempted to flex with his hands full and it didn't actually work out that well. He nearly spilt his drink and that would not have been again.
"I mean, yeah. I was. It was kind of crazy." It had been exciting, too. In that weird way that people who spent the lives fighting sometimes needed from time to time. Of course, fighting against the Reds was much different than fighting against demons and the like.
Sitting down beside her, Tucker looked from his drink to the french fries and hot dog on the plate in his other hand. "Uh, french fry?" he offered to Merida with a half-grin.