Not that he'd tell her so, but when she took off, Cassidy didn't try very hard to overtake her. He kind of loped after her, letting the weight of the basket slow him down without fighting it. If she thought of it as a race she'd won? He had no trouble playing along with that.

"Gold star, well done," he smiled as he stepped in behind her, and held the basket up in her direction. "To the winner go the spoils... but maybe you'll share?"