Elizabeth changed my bandages and dressed me up. She talked about them the entire time; how they met, fought against the holy knights, everything. I was over loaded and overwhelmed with information. However, it was nice to talk about her life rather than mine.

She scooted me over carefully so I could look at myself in the mirror. Elizabeth managed to find a comfortable sweater dress similar to my own, minus the tears. It was a pale blue, with stretchy fabric and off the shoulder sleeves. I didn't have nice shoes, but she made sure I had some comfortable socks to run around in so my feet weren't exposed. They were light pink and stretched all the way to my knees. Combined with the messy waves of dark lilac locks, I was quite colorful.

"So are you and Meliodas a thing?" I questioned light-heartedly. "This place is a love triangle away from becoming a sweaty hot drama, isn't it?"

She laughed, resting her hands on my shoulders. "I see what you mean, Len. King really likes Diane, and Diane has affection for Meliodas, but she likes King too. Everyone is special to everyone in a different way, I guess."

"What about Ban?" I asked, nervously. He wasn't that good looking, you idiot.

"Oh, Ban. He's just…" She paused. "Why do you ask?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Are you hungry? I'm hungry."

Without another word, I carefully made my way back down to the bar. Elizabeth began to hover her hands over my shoulders in case I had fallen. The pain was hardly there, but the bandages were nice and tight so I wasn't worried about bleeding out. Suddenly, I could smell the wonderful meat cooking hot in the pan; I could already taste it. Oh, is he cooking the roast sandwiches? My dad made those all the time! Hopefully he seasoned it properly…

Kovak licked my fingers as I sat down in front of Ban, who was slicing the hot rolls with a large knife. Meliodas poured a few drinks for Diane so she could carry them to the small crowd of customers gathered at the table. "Elizabeth, we're starting to pick up!" Meliodas warned her.

"Shoot. I guess I'm going to have to get to work, Lenny." She glanced around. "I just sat down too. I'll let Ban keep you company!" Elizabeth patted me on the back before heading off to set tables.

I folded my arms nervously, watching his long fingers line the sandwiches on the plates. He was more clean cut and articulate than my dad was in placement. I admired that greatly. Then again, I'm sure making a plate look good for a young girl didn't matter to my dad, as long as I ate it.

Ban started humming. No, he had been humming for some time. I just didn't notice it. I was paying way to much attention to his movements, and to his hips and lower abs. The way they showed proudly in that stupid red outfit he wore should have been outlawed.

"I'm not going to eat you."

"Huh?"

He held a plate over the bar and pushed it in front of me. "I said I wouldn't eat you. You're very quiet, you know. You have permission to speak." Ban blinked a few times, looking back and forth between the plate and I. "So you're going to eat, right?"

I said nothing. I detested eating food with my hands, so I quickly grabbed a fork and knife and began cutting into the sandwich. Diane slid beside me to grab a few hot plates from Ban and went on her way. "Thank you!" She chirped. I hoped Ban wasn't paying attention to me greedily licking cheese off my lips. His cooking blew my mind, and I found myself quickly finishing half of the sandwich. Mind you, these were huge and full of meat, cheese, onions, and whatever else he decided to throw in.

"Wow, I really was hoping you'd feel that way!" He laughed at me. I cringed and delicately wiped food from my lips.

"It's really good, Ban. Thank you."

"I'm kind of bummed you don't remember me."

I stopped mid-bite. "You know, I lost my memories." I told him and took a gulp of water.

He took my cup from my hand and poured it down the sink. "Have some ale, maybe you'll remember." Ban winked and re-filled it, setting it beside my plate. My cheeks were on fire, and suddenly my sweater was too hot. I took a few gulps of the ale, doing exactly as he wanted.

"Ban! I need a few more of those sandwiches!" Elizabeth called. He nodded and started cutting up more bread.

"Man, it's hot in here!" Ban peeled off his crimson top and replaced it with the Boar Hat apron. He turned his back to me and tended to the meat on the fire. I jokingly let out an "ahh" and rested my chin in my hand, hoping no one heard.

"Your dad taught me to cook this! I could never get it right when he was around." He called out to me.

I took a few gulps of ale. "Yeah, dad had scary eyes didn't he?"

"He was just too nice. You never wanted to let him down. Your uncle on the other hand was a crazy bastard!" Ban over dramatically seasoned the meat and flipped it on the cutting board, bringing it back to the bar for placement.

By this time, I was starting to feel the effects of the drink. Before I could reach it, he already started filling it back up. I looked around and noticed a few more tables full of people; laughing and throwing back huge glasses of ale. "He was passionate." I corrected. "I will always remember that."

"Absolutely." Ban replied, handing out more plates before running back to the oven and pulling out some meat pies. "You look like your mother!" He called out, head nearly halfway into the oven.

"You think so?" I asked. Ban finished handing out the meat pies and glanced at my drink, then back to me. I rolled my eyes and picked it back up, drinking slowly with my eyes on him. He looked right back, flashing a toothy grin.

"You're short like her. She had the same eyes too, and your lips are like hers. I can tell by the way you drink."

I let out a laugh, emphasized by the amount of alcohol in my body. "So is that why you keep filling my drink?"

"Sure. I mean, it's always cool to see how fun someone is when they're drunk." Ban stretched his right arm around his back, attempting to scratch an unreachable place. He frowned, leaning over the bar. "Would you mind?"

I had to get on my knees on the barstool just to reach the dead center of his back, lightly scratching around to hit the spot. "Over to the left. Wait…go back just an inch. Hey, you can go harder…harder."

"Do you want me to use a knife?"

"That's completely unsanitary!" He laughed deeply. "It's okay, I feel better now." I sat back down like normal and sipped back on the cup. Ban reached for another and filled it right up before ravenously throwing it back. I watched the muscles in his throat as a tiny bit of ale streamed down his lips.

"Such a mess." I quipped, daintily sipping on my own.

"Mmm well I've got to catch up, don't I?" He took a finger and wiped the trace of ale on his face before licking it off like some kind of freak.

"I can't get too drunk, can I? I'm injured, so maybe I shouldn't be falling all over the place." I pushed a few strands of hair from my face.

He nodded. "Yeah, let's hold off for now until I can get you somewhere safe and cuddly. Then, we'll really get wasted. "

We held off, but not for long. I sipped throughout the night, watching customers and chatting with Ban as well as Elizabeth and Diane occasionally. Finally it started getting quite slow, with only a few gentlemen wrapping up their last drinks. King even came out for a minute, deciding not to be shy and watch Diane do her thing. The way he watched her was precious.

Ban filled another cup and threw it back, much like last time. It was getting late, and I wondered how far he planned on going. Suddenly, Meliodas and Diane were starting to pour it down too! It seemed like Elizabeth didn't care much for getting smashed. In fact, she headed to bed once the last few left.

"Where'd you get the hound, girl? I love this guy!" Ban exclaimed as roughed it up with Kovak.

"Found him by a river." I said breathlessly, getting off the stool and kneeling to give Kovak a good scratch. "Think he needed a good friend."

"Heeey, don't tell Hawk." Ban cupped his hand over his mouth and leaned in my ear. Suddenly I saw a bowl halfway full of scraps. He nudged it by Kovak, looking around dramatically for the pig.

"B-Ban. You ever wonder why his name is Hawk?" Meliodas slurred, kneeling next to us.

Ban whispered, ruby eyes growing wide. "No, Cap'n. Why?"

Meliodas sighed and scratched his head. "Man, I don't know. I was wondering if you wondered too."

"Why are we kneeling by the dog?" Diane asked. I didn't even realize she was there. We all looked like idiots, sitting in a circle around a dog eating scraps, talking about pigs named Hawk. I let out a laugh, followed by a snort.

"Lenny, you need another drink." Ban held out a cup. I grabbed it carefully before I realized he was tipping it down my mouth. I drank it fast, not wanting to be sloppy and get alcohol all over my clothes. "Hey, good girl."

"This guy is soo cool." Meliodas ran his fingers through Kovak's black hair. His face was getting a little sweaty, and his golden locks were much messier. You could tell he worked hard today. "Man I need to get one of these. I-I needa get one, you know? I wanna ride him into battle. Hey, Lenny? Lenny, can I ride your dog to war?"

I laughed obnoxiously. Ban's mouth grew wide, but no sound came out. He fell to his side, holding onto his stomach before his low cackles filled the room. "Shit, Captain."

"Captain, you can ride me out to war!" Diane quipped. The room turned aggressively silent. I watched Ban right across from me, as his cheeks filled with air. He was about to lose his shit, and so was I.

"Diane, have another drink!" Ban mysteriously pulled another from behind his back.

"Ban, are you pulling these from your ass!" I thought out loud, cheeks hurting immensely from my constant smiling.

Ban shrugged. "I don't know, how does it taste?"

I shook my head, laughing so hard I couldn't stand it. That was when I fell back to the floor, head hitting the wood hard enough for Ban to come crawling over. He dropped himself next to me with a groan, lazily moving a few hairs away from my face. His nose was a mere inch from mine. I could have kissed him. Oh, I wanted to. The way he smelled of sweat and ale, accompanied with a hint of sandalwood made me weak in places I couldn't say.

"Hmm you're getting messy now." He slurred, slowly grazing his tongue over his lips.

I felt my cheeks flush through the drunk in my head. "Sooo?" I trailed off with a giggle, feeling the cold floor beneath my head.

"I wanna take you to bed before you get hurt."

"I'm not hurt, Sir Ban."

He smiled widely, cheek planted against the floor. "Stop being cute and let me take you upstairs."

I huffed. "Carry me."

Ban looked taken aback, but then he started laughing as he got onto his feet. "Oh someone's getting aggressive." Carefully, I felt him raise me up like before, delicately avoiding my bandaged wound. He held me close like a child as I gingerly wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Come." Ban snapped his fingers.

"Did you just tell me to come?" I quipped.

He tipped my head back to view my face. "No? I was talking to the dog, silly. Besides, I should never have to tell you that."

"Baaaannn, why are you taking him away?" Meliodas whined. Ban ignored him. I listened to Kovak's feet tapping against the floor as we reached the room.

"Hmmm." Ban began to hum as he shut the door behind us. I closed my eyes and felt him lay me down in the dark. I heard a soft noise, and realized he tossed away his Boar Hat apron before snuggling in between the blankets. He wasted no time and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, placing a delicate hand over my stomach.

"Are you hurting?"

"No." I whispered. "I'm getting so tired and weak." I admitted, feeling like I couldn't move any further.

I heard him take a deep breath and laugh. "Sleepy time?"

"Kiss me good night first."

He squeezed my shoulder and pressed warm lips to my forehead. "Good night, Lenny." He whispered deeply in my ear. His lips hovered over my cheek for moments, almost teasingly. I don't remember the last time I ever felt that perfect. I slept wonderfully.