a/n: 30 stories, 100 words. 3000. Frye and Gwin on a dangerous mission.
"Careful," whispered Gwin, a safe distance away.
Frye grunted. No point defending himself, saying he was always careful. Couldn't risk making Gwin laugh. It was Frye that had left the rations in a dangerous location.
He wriggled on his belly, moving closer to the snoozing mephite currently using the cooler as a pillow. He'd wait until the creature rolled over, curling into its tail, and then snag the strap and yank their lunch to freedom.
Frye couldn't escape the cloud of stench. "Lunch is wrecked."
Gwin shrugged and readied his fork. "I've eaten Irina's cooking."
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