The mention of Bode and Nate's past 'adventures' drew a soft laugh from Bunny, and she sent Nadia a glance that spoke more of amusement than exasperation. "That's a mild word for the sort of trouble these boys have been known to get up to, but Nate's not wrong. The Coldiron family's moonshine is as much a part of Harlan as the hills." And it had given her everything she had. The thought made her hand tighten around Nate's, grateful.
Following Bode farther into the camp brought them right into the midst of the flow of activity. A young boy, one of the first children Bunny had seen in the park, ran headlong at their small group, barreling straight through the middle of them rather than swerving. Stepping swiftly out of his way, she turned her head to follow his progress, smiling at the interruption caused by this little slice of normality. It was like stepping into a patch of sunlight on a winter's day and feeling it warm you all the way down to the toes.
"And what did you think of your first taste of moonshine?" she asked Nadia, resuming the conversation. "Bode -- Sorry, Bishop makes the finest there is."