In the midst of their conversation, Yelena strolled up to them, having just secured her steed nearby, and teased, "Are you two just lounging while everyone else is working?"
Kevin glanced at her cheerful expression and replied, "Ah, we were just chatting."
"slacking it is," she teased with a playful smirk, then turned to the silver-haired man. "Don't make him like yourself, lazy ass!"
"I didn't do much, really. Like he said, just shooting the breeze, and hey, the tent's already up, nothing much to do now." Ken mentioned, rising and brushing off his clothes.
"There's always something if you look," she retorted.
"Like what?" the silver-haired man inquired, smiling. Keith's aunt glanced at Whisky and suggested, "You could go grab some grass for these monsters to munch on."
Ken's smile faltered a bit, but he couldn't back out now. With a grin, he turned to Kevin. "You mentioned earlier you were gonna grab some grass for your steed, right?"
