Lord Wyldon stepped into the garden, carrying his lunch sack in his hands. It was mid-afternoon, the time when the sky seemed to glow a golden color and when hunger began to spark irritation. Wyldon, having spent the last five hours training the pages, relaxed into a bench beside a display of Fief Goldenlake's renowned sunflowers. He opened his sack, pulling out the contents: a bruised apple, two uneven slices of bread, a bar of chocolate wrapped in clean wax paper, and two slices of cheese that were nearly plastered to the bottom of the bag. "Can't even make a damn sandwich," Wyldon muttered.

He bit into the apple, attempting to avoid the bruises but quickly realizing the futility. Ignoring the sandwich, he picked up the chocolate. Strange, he considered, that it would look so cared for when compared with the rest of his lunch. He immediately grew suspicious, looking around for any pages that may have meddled with his lunch. The garden was empty with the exception of the Barron of Pirate's Swoop.

Wyldon instantly remembered that Sir Alanna, her husband, children and squire were visiting Fief Goldenlake as well. "Nealan!" Wyldon hissed, never shy to associate the boy with mischief. Wyldon, disappointed, looked at the bar of chocolate. Ever since he had taken some chocolate from his mother's snack stash, Wyldon had loved chocolate.

He looked around again and noted that George had moved to the edge of Lake Goldenlake, leaving his lunch sack behind. Wyldon was not twenty-five feet from the bag. He dashed over and glanced inside the bag. George's lunch was similar, though not at all mangled. Tucked to the side was the same bar of chocolate, wrapped in a similar manner. Wyldon, unable to resist the temptation, grabbed the bar and slipped his own inside the sack. He folded the top back over and walked back to his own bench, pleased that some good would come of this day yet.

Wyldon unwrapped the bar, a small smile on his face. He had earned this pleaser, hadn't he? Working with the pages was relentless work, and Barron George hadn't dealt with nearly as much during his morning. Just as Wyldon was raising the chocolate to his lips, Buri strolled into the garden.

"Lord Wyldon," she greeted, "I have seen you around this week, but I haven't had the pleasure to say hello."

Wyldon nodded. "I have been quite busy. I assume the same is true for yourself."

Buri smiled. She noticed the chocolate sitting in Wyldon's hand, already melting slightly. "Don't let your chocolate melt on account of me." She stepped back. "I'm sure we'll see each other around."

Wyldon waved her off and took a bite of his prize. It melted slightly on his tongue, and his mouth began to burn. He spit into the bushes and began to run to the lake. George, who was now conversing with Buri, turned towards the ruckus. Wyldon was now furiously bringing handfuls of water to his mouth. Buri and George ran towards Wyldon, though as they reached him he submerged his head in the water entirely. Taken aback, Buri began to shake Wyldon's shoulder. He came up and explained, "Bad chocolate," before dunking his head again.

On the other side of the lake, Neal began chuckle. "I should've aimed for the Stump first" he murmured, taking a bite of his own chocolate. "I've forgotten how much fun this is."