Prompt: Festival
"I'm going down there, Jellal, and you can't stop me – it's a much needed chance to replenish our supplies that we can't forage."
"Erza," the blue haired man entreated, looking intensely pained, "we can't afford to loiter around a town like this with increased security from the festival going on."
It was a rare occurrence to hear raised voices from Erza and Jellal, and the sound drew Macbeth like a moth to flame. "Just let her go Jellal; it's easier and faster than fighting with her," Macbeth stated, not entirely certain what they were arguing about but not about to let the opportunity to wheedle Jellal go.
Jellal sighed heavily and his entire body slumped in defeat, while Erza beamed and patted Macbeth on the shoulder with a cheerful, "Thank you, Macbeth," that left the man feeling very, very strange.