"My entire back is a cramp," Kel complained as she sunk into her chair for dinner.
Neal slumped into the chair next to her. "I hate the Stump even more than I did this morning, if that's even possible. What kind of human being could come up with such a workout?"
Owen dropped into a chair on the other side of Kel. "The Lord Wyldon kind, apparently."
"I could do with a massage," Kel said with a groan.
"I could do that," Owen offered.
"Really?" Kel asked, sounding grateful, "Thanks so much, Owen." She sighed as Owen began to work his fingers on her tense back.
"Why won't you give me a massage?" Neal demanded.
"Because Kel needs one more!" Owen defended.
"You don't know that!" Neal said, "For all you know, I'm in more pain than she is!"
Owen shrugged. "Ladies first."
"That's discrimination! You're giving her a massage because she's a girl," Neal accused.
"If it is, I'm not complaining," Kel said with a laugh. "Thanks, Owen," she added as Owen withdrew his hands.
"Will you give me a massage now?" Neal asked Owen hopefully.
"No. What do you think I am? Your servant?" Owen said with a snort.
"But you gave Kel one!"
"That's because I wanted to help out a friend."
"I'm your friend!"
"But you're not a girl," Owen informed him. Owen and Kel, who was laughing at Neal's frustration, watched as Neal stomped off.
Torturing Neal is fun, is it not?
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