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[leonheartedly]

[he crosses his arms, eyebrows furrowing in thought]

That'd be a little hard to do one-handed anyway.

[how the hell is he supposed to . . . he brightens when something comes to mind]

Do you have any glass?

[afineknight]

In the kitchen, we have glasses.

[ It dawns on him as he lets out a little "ahhh." ]

Smart thinking.

[leonheartedly]

[a small half-grin]

You're not the only smart guy.

If those don't work, maybe someone with glasses will loan them to you for a few minutes.

[afineknight]

No, no. A glass should do just fine. I can position it just right, so long as we hurry.

[ He picks up his pace, mentally noting that he still has six minutes left. ]

[leonheartedly]

Did he give you a time limit too?

[afineknight]

The sun, my friend. The sun!

[ He points up. THEY'RE LOSING THE PERFECT POSITIONING. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he's ROLLING HIS EYES but hurrying to follow him]

Then move your ass and go get a glass, idiot.

[afineknight]

What do you think I am doing, eh? It is you who is being slow.

[ He makes it back to Daffodil, dipping in quickly and emerging a moment later with a glass. ]

Here. We can position it on the fence nearby.

[ the pasture fence ofc. ]

[leonheartedly]

I am literally right behind you.

[he glances up to peer at the sun as he waits for Crois to come back. This time he walks next to him when he comes out]

Just don't set the fence on fire, there was enough of that yesterday.

[afineknight]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

What do you take me for, eh? Besides, at least this is not that fence.

[ Carefully, he places the glass on the fence, squinting at the placement before nodding once to himself. He picks a daffodil and then stoops down, holding it in position in the palm of his hand. ]

And now, we wait.

[leonheartedly]

I'm being nice and not answering that.

[he leans against the fence, careful so he doesn't disturb the glass, and crosses his arms. May as well stick around to see this out. And do his own Red quest]

Here's hoping. This was for your lighter, you said?

[afineknight]

Mmhmm.

[ Four minutes until he gets his Red9. It's just four more minutes. ]

Much better than the quest I had to do for the medical kit.

[leonheartedly]

Bet it was better than what I had to do for a gun.

[afineknight]

I can guarantee you, it was not.

[leonheartedly]

. . . what did you have to do?

[afineknight]

Break someone's leg, be it my own or someone else's, and then set it and heal it with Daffodil magic.

[leonheartedly]

[his eyes immediately dart down to look at how Crois is crouched, then back up]

The fuck? For a med kit?

[afineknight]

[ He's fine, but he's also focusing intently on the daffodil. ]

As I said, I can guarantee you that my last quest was worse. This time, these are not so bad.

[leonheartedly]

[he could not care less about this time at the moment]

Are you all right? It wasn't your leg, was it?

[afineknight]

It was Pudin — that is, Pudding's leg. He did it himself and that counted, at least.

[leonheartedly]

He - did it himself.

[he lifts a hand to rub at his face] Jesus christ.

[afineknight]

He is very strong, our Pudin. I am glad he is on my side.

[leonheartedly]

I'm glad he's on your side, too.

[a heavy sigh]

All I had to do was shoot my teammate in the head. Red's pricing is bullshit.

[afineknight]

[ doesn't even bat an eye at that. ]

Ah, with a fake bullet?

[leonheartedly]

Paint, yeah. I wasn't allowed to say what I was doing.