Wow, can't believe she got away with that, hella nailed it. She mirrors the easing of his tension gladly, tries to let go of her own bullshit hangups and her simmering fury as much as possible. Looks like her reassurance finally stuck, he's finally letting her be proud of him for like, one minute, dang. They are crushing it, because they're both the best, just categorically, and individually. Together they're fuckin unstoppable.

But she can tell he's trying to say more than that, to just be... grateful, and her kinda fake smile softens with affection, becomes something real. "Good." She quits her fussing at his hair and lets her hand drop to this shoulder, turning back to the fading memory. Whatever dumb squabble is already forgotten, now the kids are huddling and chattering while they're stealing the best bits out of the soup before anyone notices and takes away all the fruits of their hard labor.

"And you're right, the rabbit kinda did us a solid here? This is some hallmark shit." As heartwarming as two dirt-poor orphans scraping by on skill and spite can be, which, turns out, is very.