[ He follows her, finishing off the cake quickly and licking his fingers clean of icing, crumpling the paper but tucking it into a pocket to throw away later. ]

You've got a point, they didn't even say it was for him in their post.

[ Birthdays, winter parties... He remembers Marco mentioning a harvest festival back where he came from, but there was nothing like that for them in the Scouts. A birthday maybe meant a small food treat you wouldn't normally eat, but not a party or a plethora of gifts.

Much different here. ]

He does seem happier. When I spoke to him at the bonfire he smiled a little easier. And, you know - they married.