It was around dinner time when Crane came out of his room and sought food. He then joined Ivan and Fiero for dinner in the dining room.
“Why didn’t you wake me up? I should have worked on the berries,” Crane whined as he ate.
“How can we wake you when you stayed up all night working on the sea creatures?” Fiero replied.
“More like he was filleting them,” Ivan grumbled.
That time, they are eating tomahawk steaks just so Ivan can finally move on from the lunch fiasco.
“Would you have preferred it if Millie, cooked them as is?” Crane asked, teasing Ivan, who glared at his direction.
“Guys, stop,” Fiero said, scolding them.
Ivan huffed, and Crane stuck his tongue out in his direction.
“Is there anything else you found out about those creatures aside from they are very good for st
