Alvin and Harvey looked at each other before looking back at the group who were quietly seated on the front porch of the inn in confusion.
They all looked like a complete mess. Their clothes, faces, and even their hair had different kinds of food debris. The most surprising part about it all was that Harold wasn't spared from it.
Vegetables were hanging loosely on top of his straw hat, and it seemed like the side of his face was smeared with tomatoes. It seemed like he was trying to suppress his anger with his eyes closed.
Alvin looked around the inn, which was empty except for the group. Even the innkeeper could not be found anywhere. What the hell happened here? Did a storm happen that he wasn't aware of?
"Okay... is anyone going to explain what happened here?" Harvey asked, getting their attention.
