Darcy arrives in the kitchen at dinner time just as promised, and with a plate of cookies fresh from the oven. If they don't demolish them (okay, let's be real, if she doesn't demolish them single-handedly), she'll have to bring some over to L's room. Her near-ruined dress is draped over her arm, along with a pair of tights that are beyond useless at this point. Judging from the smells that greet her upon entry, she can only assume she's arrived late. Or maybe she's on time and he's just gotten a head start.

"Oh, wow, that smells delicious." Even if it didn't by anyone else's standards, Darcy's just incredibly grateful for food. Of any sort. She's lost enough weight since he last saw her for it to be dramatic even under her bulky ugly sweater and that jumpsuit that's flattering on precisely no one. Her hair seems longer too, the ends uneven in places from what appears to be a bad cut judging by the bluntness of some of the shorter strands. "It's really good to see you, Sev." And when she says that, she means it. Sincerity adds a sort of intensity to her words.