"Eh." Venus looks Joel up and down. He has a significant height and weight advantage, plus he isn't injured, but she greets him with a cocky smirk anyway. "I can take him."

She looks at the pastry and nods. "Good, you have food. The pastries at my-" she almost says 'our', and were it only Ellie she would, "cafe up here are hella stale. I'd feel bad offering them to you."