Laughter was not something Talcott was used to. There weren't many reasons left to laugh in a world without light. Dino had always made him laugh but it had been years since his friend had succumbed to the scourge.

It... felt really nice. Even if he was certain everyone could tell how rusty it was, how unused to the sound he was.

"It had to be the perfect cup." He shook his head, laughter fading into a wistful sigh. Wouldn't it have been nice to go on their adventures. "I can't imagine what Ignis did with all the leftovers... He never told me."