They were nearly to the kitchens now, Jacen's hand in Kate's slipping a little as they ran with little attempt at being quiet. She readjusted her grip on his hand, refusing to let go despite the fact that it'd free them both up to go faster.
"Almost there!" she cried out breathlessly as they turned the corner. The familiar painting of a bowl of fruit was just coming into view, and she began to slow down as they neared it, wondering if there would still be any strawberries left in Jacen's bowl when they finally got there. No matter -- there'd be plenty in the kitchens.