The young soldiers still hesitated, fear flickering in their eyes as if Edmund might burst in at any second and catch them mid-bite. But their stomachs betrayed them, growling so loudly that even Primrose couldn't help but hear.
Finally, one of the braver boys stepped forward, his hand trembling as he reached for a meat pastry. When he realized no thunderbolt had struck him down, the others began to shuffle forward too, each one hesitantly taking something from the basket.
Primrose's smile widened, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. "That's better. Now eat quickly before someone catches us."
The young soldiers bit into the sandwiches and meat pastries like starved wolves, their expressions shifting from fear to sheer relief. A few even muttered quiet thanks under their breath, though none dared say it too loudly.
"I have plenty more if you're still hungry," Primrose encouraged warmly.
