Sam and Mitra are sitting on the bank of a lake.
He set up his barbeque kit and started cooking some venison that he just hunted. He even brought out some very rare spices and herb mixtures that made the meat taste otherworldly. In a way, that is the right word to describe it as those herbs are literally from another world.
"So, what are we going to do? Ever since I said we have free reign, you have been way too relaxed.
It is almost like you are on a picnic."
"Well, I am on a picnic. Since there is no urgency from the camp side, why would I rush myself? I gave you guys a great performance until now. I believe I genuinely deserve a break."
"Come on Sam, you cannot just mess around like that. The war is about to reach the boiling point. Who knows what will happen? And my brother would steal all the credit."
Sam chuckled at that.
