Written for the prompt "Give me the potatoes or give me death!" from fic_promptly on Dreamwidth.
Wallace :3
Wallace stomped through the camp with an uncharacteristically angry frown on his face. His armour screeched and metal scraped against metal quite loudly. When his gaze caught a flash of red and yellow and his ears picked up a familiar crunch, he whirled around and yelled: "Ha! There I found you, thief!" The blonde woman threw an annoyed glance at him and chewed slowly.
"What is it, teapot?" Vaida said after swallowing.
"Have you sunken so low, Viper, that you now steal my potatoes?" Furious, he pointed at the half-eaten potato in her hand.
Vaida´s eyebrows drew together into a glare. "Do not call me a thief. I got them from that nervous merchant for Umbriel." Wallace spotted the small bag in her other hand.
"You foul liar," he returned. "These are my potatoes. I know it!" Vaida tsked annoyed. "Give me the potatoes or give me death!" In one smooth motion he pulled his axe from his back and took an attack stance. Anger and pride (and a whiff battle lust) flared up in her eyes for a second, but she quickly seemed to decide that this was no fight worth fighting.
"Fine." Wallace was startled out of his position. Vaida threw the bag over to him. He caught it as he straightened. "I have better things to do than argue with an old fool like you. Umbriel'll get a few more books from the shaman as a treat." Without another glance back at him, she continued her walk and took another bite out of her last potato. Slightly flustered Wallace opened the bag, grabbed a potato to snack on and pondered if he should share his potatoes with that Viper´s big lizard because potato lovers should be supportive of each other as he walked back to his tent.