A loud sigh escaped from Inigo as he wandered back towards the Shepherd's camp. The day before had been suboptimal, to say the least. Not only had he been chased out by the extremely hostile brother of a potential date and narrowly avoided a beating from a figure that could rival Vaike's and Frederick's strengths together, but a girl that he had been chatting up and had been making decent progress with had excused herself, and then made off with his coin purse. By the time he had realised, he had no option but to stay in the packed stables, which included several noisy and odorous livestock that interrupted his rest multiple times during the night.

"Maybe I should just give up," he muttered, sighing tiredly as he continued trudging, completely disheartened and resigned to just crash into his tent, hide away, and sleep.

The slight rustle of leaves above him sent alarm bells through his head as he paused and peered upwards at the surrounding trees. After several moments he shrugged and was about to continue when someone fell on top of him.

"Haha! Got you!" Morgan cried triumphantly, sitting on Inigo's back as he sprawled on the ground.

"Very funny, Mor," he grumbled, the familiar scent of lilies filling his nose. "I thought you weren't going to play any more tricks on me ever since the incident?"

She stuck her tongue out. "I only agreed to digging no more pitfalls deeper than forty feet, no sword or scythe traps that has an above forty percent chance of death, and nothing that vaporizes the clothes on your body. Ever again. Father and Mother were both not impressed."

"Not to mention myself," he muttered, the embarrassment of that particular incident still brought to his mind's surface.

"But this time, I thought to myself, what if I just fell on you? I saw you heading to town yesterday so I climbed that tree and waited."

He blinked. "Since yesterday?"

"Yup. It was pretty cold last night." She punched him lightly in the arm. "It wasn't very gentlemanly of you to leave a defenceless girl like me to fend for herself throughout the night."

Inigo snorted. "I think defenceless is one of the last words I would associate with you."

She giggled and hopped off, letting him get up at last. He groaned as several of his muscles protested from the surprise landing of a small, very mischievous girl. "Mor, you could have hurt yourself."

She tilted her head a little. "Nah. I'm sturdier than I look."

"If your parents find out you've been jumping out of trees they won't take it any better than you bashing your head with heavy tomes. It's called self-inflicted injury."

She blew a raspberry. "Oh, they still grumble a little and tell me to be careful whenever I say I'm going to go play with you. My sister tells me that you're a good for nothing philosopher… or something."

"It certainly is hard to tell with Severa," Inigo replied gravely. "Are you sure she didn't mean philanderer?"

Morgan nodded. "That was the one. I wasn't really listening when she was lecturing me."

The pair started walking. "So how was your lucky date? Did you do all the things that I told you to do, and that we practiced?" Morgan had allowed Inigo to ask her on a date as long as he paid for dinner at the finest inn in Ylisstol, and had used that opportunity to give him various tips on charming the opposite gender.

"At least I spent my money during our dinner together," he muttered, and outlined the poor night he had endured.

"Aw. That's just terrible, Inigo. Seems that your string of bad luck follows you around no matter hard you try."

He sighed. "I think I'll just collapse in my bedroll tonight. That floral girl cleaned my coin purse straight out. Not that there was much after our date last week." He kicked a stone that had wound its way into their path. "I don't know what more I can do, Mor. I'm always courteous, I'm even fighting a war for the ladies of the world!"

"Wait, that's why you're fighting with us? To impress girls?"

His face reddened. "Just forget about that already. I've gone from cloud nine to rock bottom."

There was several moments of silence. "What if," Morgan started. "What if that girl only robbed you because of necessity? From what we know and have seen, most of the common folk are suffering from not only the war but from Risen and bandits too. Maybe she didn't become a thief because she wanted to. That's why you're fighting in this war. So that we can bring back hope and restore good and honesty in people."

He let her words sink in. "You know, you may be right about that, Mor."

She giggled. "What can I say? I'm an invaluable source of wisdom. So, are you still going to go to your tent and waste away in despair? Because if you are I'll be very disappointed."

He chucked. "No, I think I'll get something to eat. I'm starving."

"Ooh! What's on the menu?"

"Well, since I'm flat-out dry, I think I'll just have whatever is being cooked tonight. If I recall correctly, it was Kjelle's turn to… cook…"

His voice trailed off as they both realised what he had just said. There was a look of abject horror on Morgan's face as she stared at her friend, and she recoiled when he shrugged and said, "I guess it's something."

"No!" She turned and gripped his shirt tightly with both her hands. "As your friend I can't possibly leave you to suffering through that… that abomination. I still owe you for that stupidly expensive meal at The Lucky Lobster. Dinner's on me tonight."

He stopped and stared down at her in disbelief. "Really? Are you serious? This isn't a prank of some sort, is it?

She smirked. "I know, I know. It's quite an honor to be asked out by a lady. And it's a first for you, I would imagine."

"I'll pretend to not hear that last part but… thanks Morgan. That's really nice of you."

She waved it off. "It's what friends do. You would do the same for me. Besides, you're an amazing person, Laz. You deserve relaxation."

"It's a date I - wait, Laz?"

She grinned. "Your nickname. You had one for me so I came up with one for you."

"But why Laz?"

"That's a secret!" She reached up and kissed his cheek. "I'll see you in a few hours. See ya until then!"

She spun away and ran off. Inigo raised his hand to the burning spot on his face, staring at her retreating form as his heart pounded in his chest.

(A/N): So that's Day 2 done. I'm hopefully not straying too far from Morgan's and Inigo's personalities, although these few chapters are easier because it's based on their support conversations but with more detail (I hope). Once again thanks to Pasu ( VH_Remilia), go check her out on twitter if you have the time!

I forgot to do this last chapter, but, disclaimer, I unfortunately do not own any of the characters in this story, they are the property of Intelligent Systems, although Morgan is still my precious daughter.