This is based on a dream that I had, except...It wasn't with Will, Gilan, and Horace, it was with two of my friends and me.
Also, Fishy is Horace's fish. He's mentioned in another one of my other stories as being somewhat telepathic.
"Will, I can't believe what you did!" Horace practically yelled at the ranger.
Will looked confused. "What did I do?"
Horace glared at Will. "You know what you did!"
"Um…No, I really…Wait, is this about Fishy? That was Gilan's fault!"
"What?"
"What?"
"What?"
"Okay, anyways, what did I do to you?"
"I had a dream last night that you, Gilan, and I were supposed to be going on an adventure with Halt, but while we were leaving, Gilan got distracted by this free guacamole dip. So then you just had to go and put ketchup in it!"
Will raised an eyebrow at Horace. "So you're mad at me because of something that I did—"
"So then Gilan wanted to eat the guacamole anyway, just none of the parts that had ketchup in them, so he grabbed a chip and started digging through the dip. Then Halt decided that we were taking too long and left without us!"
Will stared at Horace. "So you're mad at me for something I did in your dream?"
Horace continued glaring at Will. "Yes. Why would you put ketchup in guacamole?"
Will stared at Horace. "Is this seriously happening? Is this seriously happening to me?"
Then Gilan ran up. "Will, I think that the fish might be psychic."
Horace looked at Gilan. "What fish?"
Gilan stared at Horace, just noticing his presence. "That one fish…that happened to, um…um…Definitely not be Fishy."
Will shot a look at Gilan. Gilan shot a look back at Will.
"Well, I'm glad that Fishy isn't psychic." Horace said before walking away.