"So, how was training today?" asked Pepper, handing out three bowls of leftovers.

"Good," murmured Jane. "Have you seen Smithy?" she asked Pepper.

"Yes, he's out at the stables."

"I'll be back." Jane sprinted off towards her love.

"Sure you will," Pepper said. "I have to go get the supplies for tommorow, don't make a big mess."

"Bye..." Gunthe stared back at his food. Carrot stew. He pushed the bowl towards Jester. "Here you go, fool."

"Don't want it."

"Take it."

"Just dump it on Jane's, she won't know."

"Jester, really?" A pause. "If you insist."

The last of Gunthers dinner sploshed onto Janes bowl, and Gunther stood up to go hide the wooden bowl and spoon. He returned a moment later, howlding something his hand as Jester finished the last of his own meal.

"Look at what I found," Gunther said, holding the object up.

"Where'd you get that?" asked Jester, staring at the lacey thing. It was about five inches wide, three feet in lenght.

"Like what you see?

"What is it?"

"You have seen one of these before? Incredible. She's been growing them more and more. I think this was either last year's, or she saves this one for her special nights..." Gunther smirked, crumping it into a ball, and throwing it towards a back corner.

"What was that?" Jester asked once more.

Gunther took his seat again, the smirk still on his face. "That, my friend, is what a woman uses to cover up their breast. Have you not seen Jane hiding one?"

"I don't think you've noticed yet Jane's chest size," Jester muttered.

"She has a few. Three to be excact. White, green, and reddish-orange."

"You are a true pervert."

"I am not. I'm just an expert on women."

"Sure you are," Jester said. He pushed the wooden chair back. "It's around midnight, so...I'm going to my only private place," he called out, walking up the stairs into the freash air outside.

"I'm coming with you!" Gunther said quickly, running after him. "When are you gonna take off your stupid hat?"

"Oh, great, now you're gonna mess with me about that." Jester sighed. "Why do I even bother being friendly with him?" he asked himself, opening the door to his place under Jane's.

"It's not that," Gunther told him, stpping into the room and shutting the door. "You didn't let me explain yesterday, but your hair smells strangely of...straberries."

"Is this another way of insulting me?" Jester asked, dumpin his 'stupid hat' into one of the drawers.

"No. Not really."

"Good. May I ask why you're here?" Jester said politely.

"I'm staying over," Gunther said, toying with Jester's lute, wich was hung on the wall, left of Jester's bed. "By the way, I shall hold claim over your bed. You sleep on the floor."

"Sleep on the floor?" His polite manner evaporated instantly. "This is my place, that is my bed, and stop messing with my lute!"

"But I thought that you liked it when I touched your things," he said innocently, letting go of the musical instrument.

"Well I do-when the heck did I say that?"

"Two weeks ago. When I showed you the armory." Gunther smiled. "If I remember correctly, you told me to stop. That someone else would see us."

Jester took a seat on his bed and let himself fall back, meesing up the sheets. "Not everyone is used to seeing me without a blue hat. And you called me short and stupid after that!"

"I was just kidding!" Gunther defended himself. It was the same thing he had done yesterday.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Jester sat back up and began unbuttoning his blue tunic-shirt. He had a pale blue undershirt on, anyways.

"Off my bed," Gunther said as he pushed the jester off.

"It's my bed."

"No it's not."

"It is. Now shoo! Off my bed!"

"I've got an idea-"

"Well, that's a first."

"-I'll play you for it." Gunther grinned at Jester. "Whoever wins my game get the bed."

"I decide the game," Jester said quickly.

"Fine, we'll have two ga-"

"Three. We need a tie breaker." Jester tought of the game he was gonna pick. "I've got it. How 'bout a game of..."

And it ends! Kinda. I swear, I'm kinda tempted to put duck-duck-goose as the game...

But no, not yet...

-Ahem- Thank you, those who are reading this, and you too, LisKatKaram for reviewing. It will not be of waste. Even if I was meant to publish this two hours ago (I get distracted with other fanfictions...)

Good news is that I fixed the mistake from last chapter. (The one where Jane looked over at Smithy, and it turn out that hes really at the market)

Bad nws is that I have no set schedule for this. I still have to write something for my other Jester and gunther fanfiction...Oh, well...

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