Mitch liked bubble baths. Well, like was an understatement. More like it was his personal addiction.

Quite honestly, he never really did shower. Most of his friends just guessed that the reason he tended to stink a bit more than a normal human was because he hanged out with Jerome quite a bit (I mean, you know how Baccas can stink, right?), but really, it was the fact that he bathed in his own filth on an almost daily basis.

He was lucky he was rich, because the brand of bubble soap he used required a special form of packed ice that could only be found in a mountain range past Miner's Point. Suffice to say, he ran through the stuff quickly, and considering that a bottle of the stuff cost a good half a stack of emeralds per, which was as good as a recipe for bankruptcy.

Okay, so Mitch had to admit, part of the reason he loved the Hunger Games so much was because it gave him a more valid reason to take a bubble bath, considering his clothes would be soaked with blood by the end of a single game. (Unfortunately, that was one of the things that Minigames would not reset, damage done to personal belongings.)

Seeing the bubbles swirl around him, clinging to his body, the relaxing feel as he felt like he floated on air, and naturally, making himself a foam beard was too much to not do it routinely.

Unfortunately, a good portion of the world didn't agree with him. Well, particularly two (or three, depending on how you thought of it) of the species in the house didn't agree with him.

First of all, there was Jerome.

When the Bacca had questioned why Team Crafted had a bathtub in their house, the whole house had started to erupt into fights about all kinds of things.

"Hey, guys? Why do we have the, ehm...Bathtub again? I'm pretty sure no one uses it." Jerome said, not noticing the glare Mitch shot him.

Sky glanced up, knife and fork hanging in the air, as he swallowed the steak in his mouth. "It came with the mansion. I personally don't like to use it, because of a particularly...Life-threatening situation involving bubbles." He finished off his sentence with an awkward cough, and looked to the side.

Ian almost choked on his food, because of laughter. "Bubbles? Of all things, bubbles? Bubbles prevent you from experiencing the wonderful thing called a bubble bath? Do you even realize that there's also something called a regular bath?" Mitch mumbled in agreement.

Husky took his turn to speak up, "Now I don't know what Jerome might have a problem with, but as a Mudkip," Husky glared at Seto, who had stopped over for a meal, calling him a certain term that he didn't like. Seto looked down in shame, as he continued on. "As I was saying, I do prefer to cleanse myself in the wonderful swamp waters that lie just above Sand City."

Jason snorted, "Is that why you tend to stink a little? Just because of a personal preference requiring a location that's a good half a thousand blocks away?"

"Oi! Watch it, spaceman!" Husky raised his voice, feeling undignified at the small flaw in his usual routine that he had pointed out.

A chair screeched as Jason stood, up. "I am not a spa-!" Jason said, shouting, before abruptly sitting down, and picking at his food. The people at the table gave him an odd glance, before resuming to the conversation at hand.

Mitch finally took his turn to express his personal opinion on the matter. "I think baths are one of the best things in the world, and there isn't anything that is going to change what I think about that."

"Hey, we all have our own viewpoints." Seto said with a shrug, returning back to his meal. Seto was probably the most intelligent of the group, having been exposed to knowledge at a young age.

"Well, if you were a Bacca, you'd know that we don't like showers, because they're unnatural. Baths are like a thousand times worse, the epitome of abnormality." Jerome said, slightly glaring at his best friend since childhood.

"They aren't that bad, at least for your fellow humans." Ty scoffed, before realizing exactly what Jerome had said. "Wait, are you saying you're literally a pile of walking filth?" He started to giggle uncontrollably, as if he had his own little personal joke. A good minute had past before he finally recollected himself.

"One, why do you think I keep visiting that one nearby mountain with the best waterfall ever, and two, I think I'm pretty damn human." He always was sensitive about how he had a bit more fur than the others, and the fact that he wasn't actually human.

Ian scoffed, "Dude, you literally just admitted your Baccaness just two minutes before."

The group continued to fight on through the night, about differences in species, baths, magical restriction laws, the best icecream flavors, and many more things. Not a single person in Team Crafted was not enraged by the time they went into their rooms, apart from the calm and collected Seto who merely left to his home in a forest, whistling a merry tune.

Mitch sank into the bubbles swarming around him, letting out a sigh. It didn't matter what anybody else thought. He would always continue to love baths, particularly those involving bubbles. There wasn't anything that was going to stop him, except for an extremely dangerous death threat.

Oh my god. I don't even know what I wrote. Let's just say my inspiration for this was a bubble bath I had in the most amazing hotel in Alaska. Which I still am in o,o Funny story how we came to be here, if you're really curious then just PM.

I really like the scene where they fought a lil' bit...Though that practically is the one-shot xD

So I have lots prepared to write in this, some stuff I'm eager to write, some stuff that is half-written at this point in time, etc. The next thing going up here will be posted AFTER I get to writing the next chapter of Together Through Yonder (Debating to rename it Woven Threads...), and there's a little hint as to what it's about in this...Teehee. Good luck finding it.

Anyway, don't forget to review my lil' muffins ;3 (Too much effort to type in FSCP. Too much.) This one-shot was light and happy ^~^ To some extent...