Robbery

A month has passed.

Maverick sat at a corner table in the dining area at a resting Inn, calmly eating his lunch. Wolfgang was with him, though the absence of Julius left a noticeable void. They were en route to Nottingham, where an urgent mission awaited them.

Wolfgang idly picked at his meal, shoving vegetables off his plate and onto Russell's.

Russell, returning from the restroom, caught him in the act. "What the hell are you doing?! Eat your own veggies! Don't be a picky eater."

Without missing a beat, Russell scooped the vegetables back onto Wolfgang's plate.

Wolfgang wrinkled his nose and, with a mischievous glint in his eye, used his fork to flick a piece of broccoli back to Russell plate but accidentally used too much strength, ending up sending the broccoli fly off the plate. 

The vegetable soared through the air and landed squarely on the hat of a well-dressed gentleman at a nearby table.