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Tales of Times

Chapter I, Lunchtime

"Say what!" Boyd exclamed as tiny bits of carrots went flying from his mouth back onto his plate and mostly on the table. "Wait a sec, boss, you can't be serious!"

"I'm dead serious, Boyd," Greil replied calmly, sipping at his glass of water. "What you did back at the village was foolish and could have gotten your comrades into trouble."

"But boss!" Boyd whined pitifully.

Shinon growled. "Quit whining, knucklehead, some of us here would like to eat in silence," he spat.

Gatrie was sitting leaning against the wall. "Still, commander, don't you think you're being a bit hard? I mean... I understand he has to be punished but two weeks?" he said to defend Boyd.

"And I'd like to add that nobody was hurt in the end," Ike piped up from his plate.

"Yeah," Rolf nodded.

"Two weeks will be fine, and this is it. Now I suggest you stop talking and finish eating unless you really want to share the same fate, did I make myself clear?" The mercenaries gulped and nodded, sending sheepish looks towards Boyd. "Good. It's good to know you know when standing up for one another has to stop."

"Traitors," Boyd whispered.

"I heard that Boyd. Maybe two weeks grounded in your room doing nothing but training will teach you not to provoke pirates by wriggling your rear end," Greil said seriously as he got up.

"But boss!"

"Don't "But boss!" me, young man!"

"We still beat the hell outta them like we were supposed to and nobody suffered a scratch!" Boyd pleaded.

"Not a scratch!" Gatrie hissed. "Tell that to my butt, Boyd! Some pirate you provoked charged at Shinon and he missed his target, that ended up being me, or rather, my rear end as the commander put it!"

Boyd shrugged. "Rhys patched you up, didn't he? Was it that painful?"

"We're not talking 'bout painful, here, but embarassing!"

"Boys," Greil called to catch their attention.

"Now that you mention it, I did nearly lose an eye when Gatrie began swinging his lance," Ike butted in. "Didn't know what came over him but now I see."

"So that's why you nearly tripped over me!" Rolf piped in. "And I thought you only wanted to get back at me for setting those spiky rocks in your boots this morning—oops?"

"So that was you!" Ike growled. "Don't you know just how bad it hurt! Come here you little-" The blue-haired warrior got up and ready to give chase.

"Oscar!" Rolf cried out, running up to his big brother.

Greil just sighed and sat down once again next to Titania. "I guess we will never know what a normal meal's like," he said and watched as Rolf hid behind Oscar and Mist held onto Ike's belt, pulling him backward to keep him from catching Rolf. "Err, Mist, I think that-" the commander began.

CRAC!

"Well, never mind. Nice underwear, Ike."