>>5349622Springing up from the couch like a kid on Christmas morning, you make a beeline for the kitchen, very much excited at the prospect of goodies.
Goodies could be anything, you think, a myriad of possibilities swirling around in your head, and, when you spot the load of bags on the table, your excitement all-but doubles, because even tearing open the bags is just as fun as getting the goodies themselves.
“Ellie– paws off the bags!” Matt growls, looking a little too serious for the situation. “Coffee first.”
“Come on, stick, don’t be a spoilsport.” Bernard chides, waving him off. “You’ll get your coffee when you get your coffee.”
Ignoring Matt’s demands for caffeine, like a bloodhound, you attempt to sniff out what might be in the bags. Above all else, the one thing that sticks out to you is the smell of meat. <span class="mu-i">Food!</span> You mentally cheer, already licking your lips at a particularly-filled paper bag– one that looks as if there’s more than half a cow in there.
“This all from Jenna?” You wonder aloud, scales blossoming across your face unbiddenly.
“Aunt and Uncle too. Wouldn’t say no unless we took it home.” Bernard informs you. “Jenna says ‘hi,’ by the way.”
You resolve to have that meat later when all the goodies are unbagged, of course.
“Speakin’ of which,” Bernard tears you from your fantasies of a farm-fresh breakfast. “She made a little somethin’-somethin’ for our next mission–” In a single, fluid motion, Bernard grabs one of the bags and holds it out to you, and you waste no time in tearing it open.
“A utility belt!” You exclaim, holding up the object in question. It’s the same color as the one that goes with your suit. However, unlike the belt which had been purely for aesthetics, this belt has all manner of compartments and pockets.
“When Jenna found out about the swords, it was kinda hard to stop her from making it.” Bernard says. “Check it out!”
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