AN: Characters aren't mine (although I know what I would be doing if they were)!!
Supper time at camp was very tiresome. At least for Much
Allan tasted his food then made a fact. "Much, this is disgusting."
Much threw his spoon down and stood up. "Fine. If you don't like it you can cook for now on."
Allan grimaced. "I'm not cooking. Don't know how."
"Well, I don't see that it hardly matters since you claim my meals are 'disgusting'." Feeling excessively aggressive he took a step towards the lads. "Anyone else have anything to say?"
From his perch Robin placed his empty bowl down beside him. "To be fair, Much, the meal was lacking."
Much squared his shoulders as he addressed the leader of the ragtag outlaws. "There's no meat to be caught, no herbs growing here. I've nothing to create a proper meal. It's hard for one person, you know, to keep up. I hardly think it fair that it's always me, Much, the body servant, to have to do all this."
Robin was used to Much's rambling but had finally had enough. "Much! A point, please."
"There's no food!" he responded. "And I'm tired of being the one blamed for it."
Robin raised his eyebrows. "And what do you suppose we do about this predicament?"
Much was taken aback. "Well...I don't know. I suppose foraging in the further parts of the forest for starters."
"Excellent idea, Much!" Robin said as he stood and clapped his man's shoulder. "Go and report what you find."
"What-me?"
"I think it's time you spread your wings, lad." Robin winked at Much's incredulous expression.