If Hope had been an adult, or maybe even just a different sort of person, she might have insisted he not have his knife. Like he was going to hurt himself if he kept it. But she understood parts of the world he was coming from, and she trusted him to know what he was doing. For the most part. She was still the one cooking and watching out for him when they went outside of the apartment.
Dropping to her knees, she climbed inside of the tent and made herself comfortable, avoiding the pillow pile he'd been sleeping on. "You're the captain of this vessel, though. You should name it, even if it's not going out to sea." Stretching her legs out in front of her, she grabbed the shopping bag and tugged it into her lap. "Sorry, I didn't mean to take so long. But I brought you back some presents?" The first thing out of the bag was another book. She had no idea if this was going to be how things were here forever now, and a kid needed more than one book. Especially a kid like Harry.
A bag of sea salt chips came out next, followed by a stuffed parrot that was the perfect size for little arms to hug. If he wanted to. "Okay, so... how do you want to fight your boredom?"