I'll catch up.
He recalled stating that as she rushed around the room, reassuring her that he would be only a few moments behind. She was worrying about food, about not having time for a hot breakfast. But he couldn't understand the need to rush. After all, they wouldn't leave without the duo. They were involved, there to help save who ever needed saving. Though...
How many could really be left for rescue? That bit confused him. Almost as much as the area that stood in front of him.
She seemed really mad about the chrono. Maybe it held sentimental value?
"What can I get you?"
Maybe I'll get her a new one. That's what people do when they care. They get each other things.
Maalik blinked and looked up. "I want whatever you can give that is equal parts fast and equal parts fresh. And warm."
"Do you do assortment boxes?"
"Good. I'll take..." He held up three fingers. "Three muja-fruit filled donuts. Three sweesonberry rolls. Three buttersweet mufkins. And..." He narrowed his eyes. "Ah yes. Three crisp-munchies." As he was talking, the pastry guy was filling a box with the dozen requested pastries. And just like that, the box was handed over and credits were exchanged - an allotment provided by the quartermaster for per diem.
Once he had the box in a bag, he bolted off towards the spot Harla mentioned. Hangar 29B. By his estimation, he would get there just in time. Good thing the pastry shop didn't have a line.