The party was able to deal with the slight teasing and lighten the mood by joining in. The dwarf gave them a pretty good story about a merchant that had brought a full carriage of cheese only to realize that he had spent a week in the city instead of three days. He had fallen behind on his delivery and quit the job all together just to switch from selling cheese to soap. Apparently, the merchant now supplies the dwarves with the majority of their soap and never sets deadlines for himself as it is his own business.
The party really appreciated the feel good story since they were wide awake and thought that their return journey was a bit sad due to the time mix up. "My king, I have brought the heroes." The dwarf didn't use the term boss in front of the king but they all knew that the dwarves on the surface called the king of the surface this. It was some form of habit after many years.
