"Oliver."
"Pauller!" Leon shouted as he knocked the head of his little brother. "You know that we can't just--"
"But he saved our lives," argued Pauller, not giving up as easily as usual. "We have some extra rooms, so why not let him stay the night?"
"Well… We can bring him home but it's up to grandpa whether he can stay or not. You know that."
"Okay!"
"Umm… I didn't agree yet…" chuckled Oliver.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Leon bowed to the taller young man. "Please, at least allow us to treat you to a meal. You can meet our grandfather, the family patriarch. I'm sure he'll want to reward you in some way and could very well allow you to stay with us free of charge."
"Hmm… A meal does sound great right now. I've been living off of dried rations for the past nine moons," Oliver laughed, startling the two brothers.
Pauller grabbed Oliver by the arm and started for home. "Then what are we waiting for?!"
Oliver happily followed behind the excited youth, eager to finally have a good meal.
