"See? We got kicked out thanks to you." Jack stared at Lydia.
"It wasn't my fault. You're the one who started first." She growled, but then giggled, "Yeah, we don't get along."
Jack smiled, "Want something from the bakery?"
"Don't go stealing anything." She growled, "But that one cake there looks nice."
"Got it, give me a minute." He stood and walked back inside.
"You better not steal it." She growled and he waved his hand. After several minutes he came out, "We're allowed back inside. Come on,"
"Allowed? You talked to him?" She stood.
"Yeah, I know my way around words. Rogues are usually meant to be the faces of adventuring parties alongside bards." He smiled as he approached and grabbed her hand. "Let's go inside. The cake is waiting,"
Lydia smiled, "I can really count on you."
"Not always, I'm pretty useless most of the time." He smiled.
