"Don't even worry about it," Reese says, waving a dismissive hand. "It's impossible for me to run my normal route at home without running into some kind of construction."

Some projects have been in the works for months, at any rate.

Her gaze lands on the food.

"What, were you planning to feed five of me?" she teases, her smirk widening when her eyes trail over to the granola bars.