Eve of The Meeting

"Ugh…" He groaned.

"...I'm out," Reno gave up.

There was roughly one-fifth of the pie consumed, as it was far too much of a tall task for the two youths.

"Ba-ha-ha! Got a long way to go, don't ya?" Urming laughed.

"...Yeah, yeah," he quietly mumbled.

Retrieving three thrones from his pouch of coins, he paid up for failing the seemingly impossible task, to which the bear continued laughing boisterously as he took the leftovers away and cleaned the dishes off.

"--"

He sat at the table for a solid few minutes, noticing the sun beginning to set outside of the narrow windows.

"...We should head out," Reno told him.

Though he didn't know why at first, he quickly figured out why she wanted to leave: it was the meeting with Oswell, and the fact she probably didn't want that dangerous man having to come here to cause trouble for Urming.

"Alright," he said.