The same night they go away with a fair trade from the Sheriff, wine. And they drink on friendship that same night, telling jokes about each other as they get drunk.
"Much, that isn't funny." Kate replied on Much's previous joke about Robin.
"It was!" Alan said, laughing while drinking from the expensive wine they had just got themselves.
"You think that kind of jokes are funny?" Kate asked, serious again. "Well then, make up one about me, Alan!" She put her hands on her sides and stared daring at Alan.
"I wouldn't do it..." Robin murted. "That wouldn't be nice."
"Comun, she can handle it!" Alan replied, he put down his glass and looked Kate straight in the eye. "Every time I look at you, I see bugs all 'round, I guess it's that smell of yours that takes them all 'round. Because I'll tell you know, you little witch, you sure do smell like hell!" He ryhmed.
Much, Tuck and John started to laugh, but Kate didn't seem to happy and stood and left.
"Damn you, Alan 'a Dale!" She yelled before leaving the camp, it didn't sound unserious.
Both Robin and Much stared angry at him.
"She dared me." Alan tried to defend himself, but he knew that he had hurt Kate from the inside, somehow. There went his chances with her, spoiled by a little harmless joke.
"Think over these actions, Alan. Before you take them." Robin said, angry, and left to follow Kate and comfort her.