*Later in the day, after the crew cleaned up the small restaurant.
"How could you make us clean?!" Eric complained, after taking a seat across from me piling his plate with the food that was served to us; chicken, soup, vegetables, rolls, etc. Eric is a blond with brown eyes, a small face that had a button nose, and thin lips. He's in his mid-twenties and about 5'10.
"Why not." I shrugged, picking up the ladle for the beef soup, bringing my small bowl to the amazing smelling soup. Once I finished dishing out my meal, I glanced back up to the crew, and they gave me glares.
"I'm surprised you got them to clean up their mess, it must have been a feat." Jaz muttered as she took a seat beside me, reaching for a couple of things to place on her plate.
"You're going to be a problem for us in the future." Roland chuckled from the end of the table, and others widen their eyes at the sentence, like their future would be crushed.
