In the short silence that stretched, JW found himself worrying just a bit. He had plenty of secrets and Krem had just laid a big one on him--what could he ask though? When the soldier leaned in, JW leaned in as well, as though he were about to disclose his credit card number or something.

But then he went and asked that.

Too relived to be guarded, JW barked out a little laugh and leaned back in his chair again, hanging an arm over the back.

"Oh, that's an easy one. Fudge brownies--magic or non-magic, doesn't matter to me. I'm a simple man."