As they left the training grounds, Dylan stretched his arms above his head, clearly itching for something to do. "Man, that was a nice little chat with Galen. Nothing like a good ol' 'stay out of my training grounds' to make you feel welcome."
"Pretty sure he was one second away from roasting you," Asher said, smirking.
"Details, details," Dylan replied, waving him off. "Anyway, since we're free for a bit, how about we check out that new café near the sparring arena? I heard they've got this incredible myst-infused cake. Imagine! A cake that recharges your stamina. Pure genius!"
Liam raised an eyebrow but didn't slow his pace. "Pass. I've got things to do."
"Things to do?" Dylan asked, mockingly aghast. "What could possibly be more important than spending quality time with your amazing friends?"
"The library," Liam said flatly.
"The library?" Dylan repeated, as though Liam had just declared he was going to spend the evening watching paint dry.
