Part 1 – Much's Good Cooking.
The outlaws were sat in the camp. Allan daydreaming he wasn't an outlaw in the forest, that he had lands, wealth, a wife and a family. Will was carving a bench for the camp the gentle tapping of his axe against the wood causing Djaq to tap the surface in front of her subconsciously. She was day dreaming about where she thought Robin could have gone. Robin had been gone for a while and had refused to tell anyone why, they didn't think it was anything serious though because he had seemed pretty happy about it, but Djaq was still curious. Jon sat completely still lost in thought about how he wished he could see Alice and his son again. And Much was, as usual, cooking. Something nice for when Robin got back, most likely Squirrel.
Robin came back into their midst and everybody became more alert.
"What's the plan?" Asked Allan.
"Plan? There isn't one, there is nothing we need to do for now." Robin answered suspiciously.
"Where have you been then?" Asked Will, pausing his work.
"Never you mind, you'll find out soon enough," Robin grinned and put his hand in his pocket holding his secret tightly in his hand.
"Food's ready." Called Much, and started handing out plates.
Allan was the first to begin eating, he greedily dug into the unknown meat, expecting no better than yesterdays undercooked squirrel.
"You know," Allan mumbled through a mouthful of meat, "This isn't half bad."
"You say that like it's not usually good." Said Much glaring at Allan, his least favorite person in the gang.
"Well it just, its um…it's better today." Allan mumbled digging himself deeper.
" Thank you Allan." Much said walking away in a huff.