I think so, [janus says. they push the pack of markers a bit, to settle it firmly in her hand, and then they shift their fingers to open the flap. they take one marker out. it turns out to be the pastel green one, a seafoam shade.] We can give it a try. [they pull the cap off and then turn it around instructively, chugging it at era so that she knows to grasp it.]

Write your friend's name, [the hunter suggests.] Perhaps right here. they point down at the gap of wood on the log between their respective seats.

[and while she's doing that, janus will go ahead and start taking out the oreos. it's a bit wrong-- f.a.t.e.s. doesn't entirely know what she's doing. the cookie package is yellow instead of blue, but the photos on the front and the logo still looks right. in another universe, there'd be some kind of copyright suit.]