Part 133: Robin C

Ah, crap. Come on, Sully, get your damn act together...

Sully? What are you mumbling about? ...And why are you holding your side? Is everything all right?

I'm fine! It's nothing! ...Leave me alone!

You look anything but fine, Sully. You're not hurt, are you?

No, I...All right, I put on weight and my muscle mass is down. You believe that? We're fighting a war and I'm getting a gut.

What? Are you sure? You look great to me-same as ever.

Then you aren't looking hard enough.

Well, this is a side of you I've never seen.

The hell you talking about?

Well, I just... didn't think you were the kind of person to worry about her figure.

Gods, but you are a blooming ninny. This isn't about LOOKS! I said my muscle mass had dropped! And that's going to affect combat, which could get my arse KILLED!

Eeeep! I mean, um, yes! Of course! I get it! ...P-please don't hurt me...

Hurt you? Why in the hell would I do that?

*Ahem* Well, if you ARE worried about weight redistribution, you could try this.

*Sniff* Gods, it smells like horse slop! What is it, some kind of jerky?

It's a rare form of dried seaweed, actually. I bought it back in town. The shopkeeper said it contained "insane quantities of fiber." Then he just kept saying "insane" and cackled while doing a little dance... Quite an odd fellow, really.

Hmm... Sounds risky.

Well, I know how brave you are...

Is that a dare? Fine then! I'll try it!

Great! To tell the truth, I've put on a few pounds myself lately...I've been meaning to try the seaweed but was too scar-er, busy! Too busy.

HA! Too much pie- that's your problem! All right then, Robin. Let's see who can get in shape faster!