“Yeah, that was a long time in the saddle without sustenance,” Carrot agreed from Finn’s other side. Indy raised her eyebrow in Finn’s direction and continued to eat. He gave her a smile, the corner of his mouth hooked up with the hint of a question. He was trying to make an effort to heal their rift, and she should probably let him. It wouldn’t do to make it too obvious to the rest of the crew that they’d had a fight. She didn’t want any awkward questions from Dale or Bindi. Or the rest of the crew, for that matter, who were now all finding a spot to sit with their plates of food.
“Yep, I’m starving, too,” Indy finally said.
Finn’s face lit up, clearly recognizing an olive branch when he saw one. “They serve some bloody good grub at this camp,” Finn replied, holding up a slab of meat. “
