"Do you still have any darts tucked away?" Will asked quietly, scooting the box of pizza over next to Tuck as soon as the door shut behind the Sheriff. He was trying to decide if they would be allowed to save leftovers or not. If he didn't eat it, maybe the Sheriff would just come and take it away. But if he did scarf it all down, and then had a stomachache and an empty box to stare at for days, that would suck too.
"Oi Marian, you want some pepperoni? I'll swap you a slice." He was pretty confident he could push the box far enough across the floor that Marian could swap some pieces over.