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“I’ve never been too pleased with you, either! But no, I have to put up with you because no one else in their right mind will! And it doesn’t take a physicist to understand why!”
“No complain now; I drowning!”
boy-wizard she dragged along with one hand. “I’m hungry if Lysander’s hungry!”
the forest. “...Why do I have to watch the ower chick?”
“So? You think I am any more capable of swimming in ARMOR, you brainless creature!?”
Athena bent down to the child and sighed. “One slight problem...we have no food.”
“I believe that is our exit cue, my dear,” Lysander said, pulling his canonical girlfriend towards him in another direction. “Let’s nd a nice place to...look for rewood.”
help!”
“I said no complain! Go get
David snorted as Glaucus tripped over a tree root. “If I had a buck for each time that kid fell, I’d be able to buy a golden chicken.”
Whisp stared into the water, very apparently on the verge of tears. “Fishies, shies everywhere, and not a bite to eat.”
“Are you sure that’s such a good idea? Whisp might try to eat him...” Altima asked, spinelessly as usual, like the baby she was.
“I can’t *glub* move!”
“Silence,” Athena hissed.
“How’s that a bad thing? One less personal bodyguard.”
“You can no *glub* swim!? We going to die!”
“Well...it just is,” she sighed, giving a last glance to the sunset as it glowed majestically over the sea as they walked into another part of the grove, leaving Lutz alone with it...again.
“That is it!” Athena lifted her spear and slashed through some drooping branches with a few quick movements. “We’re coming!”
It was beginning to get dark out. “Oh! Oh! I know what we can do! It’ll be so easy!” There hadn’t been a moment of silence since the day little Winrey had joined up with this pecu- liar group, and it didn’t look like there would be one any time soon. “I’ll go ask the monkeys in the forest if they can help us nd some berries and plants! You’ll come with me, won’t you, Glaucus?”
David followed her, his enor- mous hands like weights at his sides. “What she said.”
“I...so sad.” Whisp sniffed and looked over the water. “I no want plants...”
“So what happened, exactly?” Athena said in her typical attempt
to sort out the matter, fairly before coming to a conclusion. “You were shing...and...”
Lutz sat back up as an idea came to him. “...Cheer up. I know of a giant creature we can nd and eat for dinner.”
“He get mad and yell,” Whisp said accusingly, emptying its hat out on the shore. “I just try helping, and he go crazy!”
Lysander coolly shook his head at the little wizard. “Glaucus, for your next birthday, I’m going to get you a real nice gift. It’s called a spine...”
“How big is it?”
Lutz coughed loudly and set down his sword. “That’s a laugh. I was simply trying to go about my task as best I knew how, and it wouldn’t cease lecturing me about how I was wrong. ‘Fish harder’, s/he said. ‘Concentrate’, s/he said. I was ap- proximately ten seconds away from committing what would have been deemed as justi able homicide.”
“Well, this is all very fasci- nating. I’ve never wanted anything more than to be a vegetarian!” Lutz grumbled as he watched the children wander off. “Then again, I’d rather die of starvation than to be killed by some man in women’s underwear...that saucy villain, Diametes...”
There was a brief pause. “I running away now!”
Athena gave him a reproach- ful look. “And it cost us our dinner.”
“This is enough! I can take
no more of your attitude!” The former knight of Aquroya jumped up. “When you’re not griping miserably about how terrible things are, you’re run- ning around in circles screaming ‘princess!’ until you hyperventilate! I’ve put up with you thus far, but a person can only take so much! I’m go- ing for a walk!” Athena then stomped off in the direction she had come.
“Did someone say dinner?” The painfully cheerful Lysander ap- peared from behind Whisp, his arm debating to reposition itself around Altima’s shoulder or not. “ ‘Cause I am HUNNNNN-GRY!”
“So are we! So are we!” Win- rey was going as fast as her little legs could go, but she was still a few yards behind the couple, as was the helpless
“Great...just great.” David stood up and followed her back into
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“Huh?”
“Uh...I g-guess so...”
that?” per!”
“I’m not entirely sure.” He scratched his chin and gave a side- ways look towards the chubby blue gourmand. “Whisp, how much do you weigh?”
“Really? You not just saying “Really! It is quite a whop-