The BranRiech wrote:"Well, I'm ready to leave." Bran said and clutched his suitcase to get up, using it to support himself as he stood. "Swith, where'd you get those?" He asked as his eyes widened.
Swith carefully pulled the foil packet from her coin purse. It was crumpled, but it contained one remaining Pop Tart. The thing was probably very stale by now, and it was crumbly and the corners had been nibbled off by her, but it was still recognizable as the one he'd given her nearly a year ago. She smiled at Bran.