"You both are bullies."
Joan was sulking by herself below a tree.
"We have to do this to avoid unnecessary problems on our journey. You should understand, master."
Twelve hours into their journey, they had decided to set up camp in the middle of a jungle.
"But Celia..."
She couldn't accept it.
"When we get back home, we promise that you will get a chance to display your skills. Gawain will be more than happy to accept your offerings there. But we can't take any risks right now."
Gawain, who was busy feeding hay to his horse, immediately turned around.
"When did I-"
Celia glared at him, while Joan was visibly upset. Norman, who was standing not too far from his current spot, appeared to be...smiling?
'Play along!'
He had no other choice.
"I meant to say, when did I say that I was against this? As Celia said, I will be more than happy to eat whatever you cook when we get to your territory."
Joan raised her head.
"Really?"
"R-really."
