their laughter is a balm, it’s something that she’s come to miss, something that she cherishes. she never knows when the next time they’ll be together—surrounding a campfire, eating smores while inside jokes get thrown around—or maybe just looking for books while Venus throws around jokes, making the trip way less boring. so she savours it now. savours Hope's tenderness and Nora's bluntness, Venus's jokes, April's clever quips, and Summer's smile that can brighten up the girls like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corner of every room she walks into