It only took me three days to update! Yay...

The evening lighting shined in Mitch's face as he tried to make what was possibly the most difficult decision in his life: fish or carrots. Jerome had insisted he get both but Mitch refused, knowing Jerome would insist upon paying as well. He had to chose one or the other, and that was no easy task. The fish was delectable and rich and an easy choice. The carrots, however, were much healthier and less expensive. The boy's brow furrowed as he concentrated on the task at hand, not sure which was a better investment.

"My name is Fiona and I'll be your server tonight. What would you like?" The waitress asked.

"Didn't you used to work at the restaurant across town?" Jerome asked.

"Yes, I did up until recently."

"Oh, I recognize you from there." Jerome smiled. "I'll have the raw fish platter. And Mitch... he'll have the fish special with a side of carrots."

Mitch glared at the bacca but couldn't resist a smile. "Alright, I'll have your order in a few moments." She said as she took their menus.

"Always have to be so kind." Mitch joked. "I'm paying."

"No you aren't." Jerome said firmly. "This is my gift to you and I won't let you buy it."

"I would've gotten something less expensive if I had-"

"Mitch." The bacca said. "My channel has treated me well, and I have a little extra money to spend. Why wouldn't I use some on my benj?"

"Fine." Mitch grumbled. "Thank you."

"Lighten up." Jerome encouraged as Fiona walked over. "Relax a bit."

"Your food, gentlemen. Anything else I can get you?" She asked with a smile.

"No, we're fine. Thank you." Jerome said. They both began eating their food. "See Mitch, this is nice. Just you and I, no videos to record..."

Mitch nodded as he ate another piece of his fish. "Thank you, Jerome. I needed this."

They turned their attention to the TV on the wall across from them. "Thank you for showing us those summer recipes. Now back to you, Barbara."

"In today's story, bacca tribes across the world are flaring up and fighting back." Mitch breath caught. "Rebellions have been successfully started in many staple cities and villages. So far it appears Spawn City is safe, but we'll keep you updated. Let's take you to an actual village under attack."

Mitch stopped his fork mid-air as his jaw hung open. "What?" Jerome asked.

"That's my village." Mitch whispered at the burning buildings on screen. "They have my people."

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"You can't go." Jerome insisted. "It's far too dangerous, and what would it accomplish?"

"I have to protect them." Mitch said as he walked briskly from the restaurant. "I left my home leaderless, but they need me now."

"And what do you plan to do?" Jerome stopped the boy. "Call upon your massive army to take out the baccas? Or singlehandedly bring down one of the strongest groups on the world?"

"Something."Mitch answered after a long time. "I'll do something. I work better in the moment, not by planning ahead of time. Let go of my arm so I can pack."

The bacca sighed. "Mitchell, if I can't talk some sense into you then I'll find someone who can. They're just over here, c'mon."

Mitch tried to resist Jerome's grip as he was dragged up familiar stairs. Jerome knocked on the door impatiently. "Who's there?" A female voice laced with an accent asked. The door creaked open to reveal Ashley, dressed in pajamas from head to toe. "Mitch? Jerome? Why are you out so late?"

"You need to talk some sense into him." Jerome said as he invited himself in. "He's making a huge mistake."

"What'd he do now? Release private photos to the public and stir up the fangirls?" She laughed. "It can't be that bad, can it?"

"He wants to go back and singlehandedly save his village from attacking bacca tribes." Jerome said. Ashley looked at Mitch and crossed her arms.

"Please tell me you aren't that stupid."

"I can do it!" Mitch insisted. "They need me!"

"You may be a PVP champion, but you can't take on an army." Ashley reasoned. "Hot cocoa?"

Mitch pushed away her offering as he began to pace. "Skills can only take me so far. I need strategy. Element of surprise, perhaps?"

"You aren't going." Jerome said as he sipped his drink.

"Mitch, there's no point in offering yourself up to die. You'd just be another useless casualty in a war that's not yours. Stay here with us and think of another way to provide aid. There's no point in dying and leaving your people helpless."

Mitch frowned at Ashley's words. "I have no intention of dying."

"That's because you have no intention of going." Jerome said. "Take some cocoa and relax. There's nothing we can do. It's a four-day journey anyways."

Not by railway, Mitch thought as a plan formed in his mind. "Fine. Could you excuse me for a moment? I need to use the bathroom."

"Down the hall and to the left." Ashley said.

Mitch entered it softly and turned on the water so no one could hear him. As quickly as possible, he broke the glass windows and stuck his head into the cool night. "I'm sorry," He whispered as he climbed out and raced into the night, ready to save his village.

Did you guys like my pun in the title? He's eating fish... And he's angry... Therefore he's officially done with things... OfFISHally... I tried.

~Scarlett