By the time the sun was high in the sky, Craig still hadn't received any new orders. He decided it was time to leave the castle. The guards at the entrance, seemingly aware of his mission, didn't question him as he passed. His slightly higher rank also worked in his favor, allowing him to exit without any obstacles.

He knew the way by heart now, after several trips through the area, he had learned to navigate almost without looking. Once he arrived, he secured his horse and left the leather bag inside the house before heading straight to the market. He had a clear destination in mind: Tweek's bakery. So, without getting distracted by anything else, he made his way there.

He was a bit distracted and hadn't noticed that he was walking faster than usual until he bumped into the back of a taller, more robust man. "I'm sorry, that wasn't intentional." Craig quickly said.

"No worries, friend," the man replied with a kind smile. He was the same person who ran the fruit stall when Craig first arrived in town. "But be careful, not everyone around here is as understanding."

Craig nodded as the man walked away. He chastised himself internally for being in such a rush. Why was he in such a hurry? Maybe he should relax a little. When he finally reached the bakery, he felt immediate relief seeing that it was open. He peeked inside and saw Tweek's mother at the counter, but there was no sign of the blonde. Doubt quickly crept in, making him hesitate at the entrance. Should he ask for him? The woman caught him peeking from the doorway and smiled warmly. Craig felt a slight flush of embarrassment, so he decided to step inside before he could hesitate any further.

"Welcome, young man. What can I offer you today?" she greeted him kindly.

"I'd like to try something different… though the loaf was delicious," he responded, trying to sound relaxed.

"In that case, I'd recommend an apple pie. But if you prefer something savory, you might enjoy a meat pie instead," she suggested, pointing to the options on display.

After a moment of consideration, Craig decided on the apple pie. The woman carefully wrapped it up and handed it to him. As he paid, he knew he couldn't just leave. Doubt held him in place, and the woman noticed.

"Anything else I can help you with?" she asked with a soft smile.

"Actually… I wanted to talk to Tweek too." his voice came out more unsure than he had expected.

"Oh, of course! He's just in the back. Go right ahead" she said, pointing to a door beside the counter.

Craig moved carefully, opening the door gently. Luckily, the woman was already busy attending to another customer. When he looked inside, he spotted Tweek, who was intently kneading a portion of dough on a table. He was wearing a yellow apron, slightly dusted with flour, and his blonde hair was tied back with a headband. Despite the simplicity of his outfit, there was something… endearing about him.

"Craig?" Tweek looked up, appearing slightly confused, but immediately gave him a smile.

"Sorry for dropping by like this, I see you're busy" Craig felt a bit awkward, worried he might be interrupting the blonde while he was working.

"Don't worry, I'm almost done. I need to let the dough rest for a while before continuing," Tweek replied as he covered the dough with a cloth. Then, in a friendly voice, he added, "Let's go outside, it's a bit cramped in here."

Tweek took off his apron and guided Craig through a small exit that led to the back of the bakery. The atmosphere on the other side was much calmer. They sat on a wooden bench just outside.

"What did you buy?" Tweek asked curiously, his gaze fixed on the paper bag Craig was holding.

"An apple pie."

"I made those this morning. I hope you like it." he said with a smile that lit up his face.

"I'm sure I will," Craig responded, eager to try it but preferring to wait until he got home. "By the way, I came by yesterday, but it was closed. Did something happen?"

"Oh…" Tweek's expression shifted slightly, looking a bit concerned. "My dad's been a little sick lately. It's nothing serious, but he hasn't fully recovered yet," he explained quickly, avoiding Craig's gaze. "I was helping him yesterday, and my mom can't be at the bakery all the time, so we only opened for a little while in the afternoon."

"I hope your dad gets better soon," Craig said sincerely, though he wasn't sure what else to add. He wasn't the best at these situations, but he wanted to offer some support.

"Thanks. He seems to be doing better lately, so I'm hopeful he'll make a full recovery. Besides…" Tweek let out a soft laugh that lightened the mood a bit, "he's one of the town's healers. It'd be a bit ironic if he couldn't heal himself, right?" He paused, smiling more relaxed, to which Craig nodded, smiling a little too. "Oh, do you remember Butters? He's my dad's apprentice, so he's usually with him and keeps us updated if anything goes wrong."

"It's good to hear that, so you all can be a bit more at ease," Craig commented, and after a moment, he added, "Did you start the bakery?"

"No, it was my mom. But nowadays, I'm the one here most of the time." He watched Tweek sigh a little, the way the light softly illuminated his face was captivating. "But enough about me, tell me a bit more about yourself."

Craig's mind went blank for a moment. He couldn't tell him about his life in the castle, and he'd barely lived with his parents during his childhood. Tweek seemed to notice his hesitation.

"You mentioned you came from the mountain village. What was life like there?" Tweek asked in a gentle voice.

"The weather's usually a bit colder..." Craig began, recalling some of what his parents had told him when he used to see them, though those visits were infrequent. "My parents are shepherds... they move with the livestock according to the seasons." He added, feeling like he should continue, though the words felt strange in his mouth. He thought about mentioning his sister but had no idea what she was up to. So he went on with what he did know. "In winter, the landscape is always covered in snow, but it has its charm... though it's quite chilly," Craig commented, his gaze distant as if trying to imagine that remote place.

"It's the farthest village from the castle, isn't it?" Tweek asked, genuinely interested.

"Yeah, it's about half a day on horseback," Craig answered without hesitation. It was a good way to make the story more believable, adding a realistic detail.

"And still, the King manages to keep it under control," Tweek murmured, thoughtful.

"Though it's also the most heavily guarded," Craig added.

Tweek nodded, his expression softened, and a small smile appeared on his lips. "I think that's what I like about this town, there aren't usually any knights or guards patrolling around, they tend to be quite annoying. Everything's more peaceful here." His tone had a hint of relief.

Craig paused before responding. What would Tweek think if he knew he was talking to one of those annoying knights? "Yeah... that's nice," Craig said, trying to sound casual.

The silence that followed was comfortable. Tweek seemed relaxed, though Craig was still deep in thought. They stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the calm atmosphere.

"I think I should head back inside, I have to finish baking," Tweek said in a soft tone, though he didn't make any immediate move to go. Then, as if gathering some courage, he added, "Have you visited the town's famous lake?"

"Not yet," Craig simply replied, his gaze still somewhat lost in his thoughts.

"You should go someday... If you want, I could go with you," Tweek suggested with a slight smile, nervously fiddling with his hands.

"I'd love that." Craig couldn't help but return the smile.

—

Craig had been reflecting more than usual. He knew that, in some way, he was breaking the King's rules, but the distance from the castle and the absence of immediate orders gave him an unusual sense of freedom. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to explore small things out of sheer curiosity, without worrying about the consequences.

He had begun learning how to cook, and over the next few days in the tavern, he casually mentioned that he was struggling with that task. What started as an unimportant comment soon drew everyone's attention, and he received various tips. Tweek, in particular, seemed to have plenty of suggestions and tricks, which made sense given his experience in the bakery. Little by little, Craig had stopped causing disasters in the kitchen. Now, at least, he could prepare a meal without everything turning into chaos. The next step would be focusing on something more complicated: improving the flavor.

Tweek had also told him about the meetings in the tavern. They didn't happen every day—actually, they gathered three times a week. Usually, they met in the storage room of the tavern, but since Craig was new, they preferred to start in the main area so as not to overwhelm him. At first, Craig wondered if meeting in a storage room would be uncomfortable, but Tweek assured him it was cozier than it seemed. Besides, the tavern owner was aware of everything and supported them, offering a safe space for them to meet without raising suspicions. The fact that it was a place frequented by several people daily allowed them to blend in. Staying in such a common environment kept them away from rumors and possible suspicions. That's what they had explained, but Craig knew the King was always aware of these matters.

Craig pondered over his mission. The King had sent four knights, each to a different village, to investigate any movement that might threaten the stability of the crown. Craig suspected that the rumor of a possible attack originated from another village, but the King, in his irrational distrust, had decided to investigate all four locations to make sure. While this village seemed peaceful, Craig couldn't ignore the possibility that one of the other knights might have found something significant, something that could stir trouble in the future.

So far, he had submitted three reports, each more ambiguous than the last. He hoped it wouldn't get him into trouble. On his last visit to the castle, Kyle had mentioned that no knight had reported anything unusual so far. Silence and calm weren't always good news. Craig tried not to think too much about it, but it was impossible. He knew that if he made a wrong move, it would anger the King, and the consequences would be severe. He'd talk a bit more with Kyle next time he went to the castle, share some of his concerns, though not being completely honest. He just wanted to make sure he stayed out of trouble while continuing with his mission.

However, one question constantly circled in his mind: How furious would the King be if he found out Craig had already fully infiltrated the group of "rebels"? Most likely, the monarch's wrath would be relentless. Even worse, what would happen if he discovered that Craig had been teaching them his defense and attack techniques? That thought made him shudder. He didn't even want to imagine it; if the King found out, his execution would be immediate and without mercy.

Craig had casually mentioned that he knew how to handle a sword when Butters expressed his excitement about learning to defend himself like a knight. Craig quickly explained that his father had been a knight of the kingdom but had left it all behind when he got married. His father had then taught him and his sister several things. It was all a lie, but no one questioned it. In fact, surprise and admiration were immediate, and Butters wasted no time asking him to teach what he knew. So, he ended up giving lessons to the whole group.

That day, Craig noticed that Tweek was watching him differently, with a little more attention. They had talked quite a bit about their families, and Craig realized he had never mentioned having a sister or anything related to his father being a knight. He was beginning to see that lying about a fake life was much more difficult than he had anticipated, especially when the lie started to have multiple layers. Fortunately, Tweek hadn't brought it up.

He shook his hair, trying to push the thoughts away. He had just returned from the meeting at the tavern. Wendy and Bebe had staged a mock duel, showing off what they had learned in their defense practice. Craig had congratulated them; in some way, he enjoyed seeing how his teachings were helping others. He felt a small satisfaction knowing he was contributing something useful.

After a while, when he finished preparing everything for the next day, Craig decided it was time to sleep. But he couldn't. It was strange, a feeling that wouldn't go away. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, sleep wouldn't come. Something felt off, a persistent feeling that wouldn't leave him. It was as if he were getting lost in the labyrinth of lies he had created. He lied to the group about his life, inventing one story after another. Then, in his reports to the castle, he twisted the truth to protect what he was doing in the village. He wanted to talk to Kyle, but he already knew the conversation would be filled with more carefully designed lies. He wanted to be honest, but he couldn't. He couldn't tell the truth to anyone. The weight of that was starting to grow heavy; he felt like he was even deceiving himself.

Staring at the ceiling, he wondered how long he could keep all those lies afloat. His thoughts dragged him deeper and deeper into his own conflict.

The night grew darker, and still, sleep would not come.

—

When Craig opened his eyes, the sun was already shining brightly outside. He had no idea when he had finally fallen asleep, but it must have been pretty late. He got up reluctantly, knowing there was a meeting at the tavern that night, but also that he had to submit his next report. He thought about paying a quick visit to Tweek's bakery before heading to the castle. Buying some more bread seemed like a good idea, and the thought of talking with Tweek gave him an odd sense of calm in the midst of his mental chaos.

While combing his hair in front of the mirror, Craig noticed that his hair had grown a bit longer than usual. Maybe he should get a haircut. He got ready without much enthusiasm, but he knew he couldn't afford to spend the whole day lying in bed, no matter how much his physical exhaustion tempted him to do so. He'd go out for a while, clear his head, and maybe allow himself a short nap before heading to the castle.

He walked through the cobbled streets of the town, feeling the fresh air helping to clear his mind a bit, though the fatigue still weighed on him. He strolled slowly, searching for a particular place, his eyes landing on a small wooden sign hanging over a door: Barbershop. Just what he needed. As he entered, the sound of a bell announced his presence. The interior was simple but pleasant: a couple of leather chairs, a large mirror with a dark wooden frame, and a shelf. Behind the counter, an older man greeted him with a smile.

Craig took a seat and gave the man instructions—just a trim. The soft sound of the scissors was almost lulling him to sleep, and he fought against the sensation, trying to stay focused on his reflection. After leaving the shop, Craig paused for a moment. He hesitated between going to Tweek's bakery or heading home for a bit more sleep. The exhaustion weighed on him, but something pushed him to keep going. He was close, so he decided to stop by quickly.

As he walked, the wind blew strongly, ruffling his freshly cut hair and cooling his face. Despite how groggy he felt, just the thought of chatting with Tweek made his steps more determined. When he arrived, he saw Tweek stepping outside to flip the sign from "open" to "closed." Craig wondered if he had come at a bad time.

"Are you closing?" he asked softly.

Tweek looked up, smiling warmly. The way the wind tousled his hair was... adorable. "Yeah, that's the plan, but come on in. I was just about to have lunch," Tweek replied kindly, stepping aside to let him enter.

Craig stepped into the bakery, immediately enveloped by the cozy atmosphere. The place always had that sweet smell he liked so much. "Isn't your mom usually in charge?" he asked, noticing her absence.

"No, I don't think she'll be working here anymore," Tweek answered, a bit more serious. "My dad's still not doing well, and he's been pushing himself too hard. Between tending to the sick and teaching Butters, he ends up exhausted. So my mom's going to stay with him for a while."

Though Tweek said it calmly, Craig could sense a slight sadness in his voice. He wanted to say something comforting, but before he could speak, the blond continued. "Craig, do you want to work here for a while?" Tweek asked suddenly, a touch of shyness in his voice. "You mentioned the other day that you might look for a job around town, and… I really need some help."

Craig blinked, surprised by the proposal. The idea of spending more time with Tweek wasn't unpleasant to him at all. He had already considered lying about working with a ranger—though it was partly true, since Stan sometimes asked for his help with a few things.

"Sure, although, you know my cooking skills aren't the best," he admitted. It was a fact, and he didn't want to end up causing more problems than helping.

"Don't worry about that," Tweek said with a soft laugh. "There are plenty of tasks around the bakery that have nothing to do with baking, but doing everything on my own gets pretty exhausting."

"Then it's a deal," Craig agreed with a faint smile.

In the end, they shared a small meal together, and as they discussed the details, Craig realized that no matter how tired he was, moments like this made staying awake worth it.

They were sitting in the dining room of Tweek's house, which was located above the bakery. Meanwhile, his parents lived in a house next to his father's clinic. Though the place was a bit small, it was incredibly cozy and welcoming.

Their conversation stretched on for quite a while, and when Craig noticed the sun starting to dip below the horizon, he knew it was time to leave.

"Are you going to the tavern tonight?" Tweek asked, stretching his arms a little.

"No, actually, I've got something to take care of in a bit."

"Are you leaving already?" Tweek asked, tilting his head slightly.

"I think so," Craig responded, glancing sideways as he noticed the blond's expression shifting to a more thoughtful one.

"What are you going to do?" Tweek's question was direct, but the way he stared at him, without blinking, made Craig feel slightly nervous.

"I've been helping a friend, he's a ranger," Craig tried to keep his tone relaxed, though he tensed slightly as Tweek seemed to process the answer.

It wasn't entirely a lie, but it wasn't exactly what he was planning to do that night.

"Oh, that sounds interesting. What do you help with?" Tweek's gaze seemed curious, but Craig felt like there was something more beneath the surface.

"Mainly chopping firewood," Craig said, briefly averting his eyes, feeling the weight of Tweek's gaze. It made him a little uneasy.

Tweek nodded slowly, though he didn't seem entirely convinced. He glanced toward the window for a moment before his eyes settled on Craig once more.

"So, you spend a lot of time in the forest?" he asked, his tone casual.

"Yeah, I'm not sure if I've mentioned it before, but my house is on the outskirts of town, near the forest, so it's close by," Craig tried to sound nonchalant, but Tweek was becoming increasingly quiet, as if he were pondering something beyond the words spoken.

"And do you usually go out with him?" Tweek asked after a few seconds.

"Not really… We're not that close," Craig forced a smile, but the unease in the air was undeniable.

There was something about the way Tweek was watching him, how his questions seemed deliberately chosen. It made Craig wonder if the blond was starting to suspect something. It was clear that things weren't entirely adding up for him, and though he wasn't saying it outright, Craig could sense that Tweek was beginning to realize that his answers weren't as solid as they seemed.

He said goodbye with a smile, one that Tweek returned after a brief pause.

"I'll see you here tomorrow morning," Tweek said softly.

He walked Craig to the door, exchanging one last glance before Craig turned to leave. As he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort, like he'd left something unsaid. He quickened his pace, not wanting to be too late to the castle. His exhaustion had faded somewhat, but he was sure that as soon as he touched a bed, he'd collapse—whether it was his own or the knights' quarters.

The conversation had been mostly pleasant, but Tweek's questions lingered in Craig's mind. He couldn't shake the feeling that Tweek was starting to see more than he should. But for now, he preferred not to dwell on it. He'd have to focus on keeping his stories straight… at least for one more day.

—

His visit to the castle was brief. He handed in the report, and though the idea of looking for Kyle to talk about his concerns tempted him for a moment, after not finding him in his office, he decided to leave that conversation for another day. Exhaustion was overwhelming him, and the mere thought of walking through more hallways in search of answers tired him even more.

As he did on every visit, he headed to the secondary dining hall. In the end, he hadn't bought the bread he wanted, so he'd have to settle for the castle's, which was no longer as appetizing to him. Still, the meal was good, and he had no real reason to complain. He also didn't run into any of his 'friends,' which was a relief. The fatigue would've likely made him more irritable than usual.

Just as he had expected, the moment he lay down, he felt his eyelids grow heavy. He could hear the other knights' conversations, though they felt distant even though they were in the same room as him. It was something he had come to appreciate during his time in the village: the great privacy of having his own house. At least for now, he would enjoy it while it lasted.

The sleep wasn't as refreshing as he had hoped, but at least he rested enough to wake up before the sun fully rose. He got up determined not to waste any time. Despite the lingering tiredness, he quickly got ready and headed to the stables. He mounted his horse and set off towards the village at a steady pace, wanting to make sure he arrived early at the bakery.

Craig felt slightly expectant as he approached the bakery. Tweek's attitude had been a bit odd the previous day, with those questions that seemed to go beyond casual conversation. He wasn't sure what he'd encounter this time, and he hoped Tweek wouldn't insist on probing into what he had been doing.

However, upon arrival, he was pleasantly surprised to find that everything had gone better than expected. Tweek was more cheerful than usual. With an enthusiastic smile, he showed Craig the tasks he'd have to do throughout the day, and to his relief, none of them involved the kitchen.

Craig busied himself carrying sacks of flour and making deliveries to several neighbors, following Tweek's precise instructions. As he walked through the streets, he found something refreshing in the simplicity of the routine. He wasn't used to this type of work, but the early morning movement, along with the cool breeze and the village's bustle, felt strangely comforting.

In the afternoon, just before closing, he watched Tweek attending to the last customer of the day. There was something in the softness of his smile and the genuine kindness in his tone that Craig found fascinating. He couldn't imagine himself being so kind all the time, especially with strangers, but in Tweek, that warmth seemed entirely natural.

As they tidied up the last things before closing, Craig realized that despite the fatigue he had felt earlier, the day had been satisfying. And although he wouldn't admit it openly, there was something about Tweek's company that made the day feel different, even pleasant.

"It was a good first day." They had been quiet for a while, so Craig decided to speak up. He liked those quiet moments, but he also enjoyed hearing the blonde's voice.

"I'm glad you didn't have any problems," Tweek replied, offering a small smile.

Craig noticed him looking thoughtful again, as if he had something more to say. Craig found himself anticipating whatever Tweek was about to say. He was growing to hate more and more the constant lies he had to tell him.

"Craig," Tweek started, pausing for a moment. "Would you still like to visit the lake?"

"Sure." The slight tension in his body began to ease. Then he realized he had responded a bit curtly, so he added, "I'd like that."

"It's a bit late today, and tomorrow I have to go with my parents..." Tweek said, rubbing his chin and looking off to the side. "Let's go the day after tomorrow. We can leave early and have lunch there," Tweek suggested cheerfully.

"Sounds good," Craig replied, flashing a genuine smile.

—

His second day working alongside Tweek went quite well. Now he was the one handling deliveries, so he had been interacting a bit with several of the villagers. Most of them were incredibly kind and courteous, which made delivering their bread somewhat enjoyable.

He had also been going to one of the village mills for flour and other supplies. It was a bit more tiring, but apparently, it wasn't a daily task. For a moment, he imagined Tweek handling everything himself, making sure everything was baked correctly... It was a lot of responsibility.

Tweek prepared each batch with precision and passion; it was clear he enjoyed what he did. Craig would often watch him whenever he had the chance. Usually, the blonde was so focused he didn't notice.

That morning, he saw Tweek with a bit of flour on the tip of his nose and couldn't help but smile at the sight. Tweek had caught his gaze and didn't understand why he was laughing until Craig pointed to his own nose. Tweek then realized, wiping his nose and making a face.

They closed a bit earlier that day; Tweek had to go with his parents, as they needed his help, but first, they were going to have something to eat. The blonde was not only skilled at baking bread but also at making various types of food, which Craig admired.

Once again in Tweek's dining room, the atmosphere was calm as they chatted about the events of the day. Nothing unusual or extraordinary had happened, which gave Craig a sense of peace.

"The mill was huge, and the flour everywhere almost made me lose my breath," Craig said, enjoying his last bite.

Tweek let out a small laugh. "What are you talking about? It's not that bad."

"Maybe I'll get used to it. If not, you'll have to come looking for me."

"I'll find you in my dad's office," Tweek said with a soft laugh, but his expression quickly changed. "Honestly, I hope nothing bad happens."

"Don't worry, nothing's going to happen," Craig said with a smile, trying to ease the slight tension that had built up. "By the way, thanks for the meal, Tweek. It was delicious."

"Really? Since I made it, I couldn't stop thinking it didn't taste as I expected," Tweek said, looking at his plate. He hadn't finished his stew yet.

"Well, it was delicious, don't doubt it."

"Sometimes I struggle to trust what I do," Tweek admitted, eating a bit more. "I feel like I can always improve, but it's as if no matter how hard I try, it's never enough."

Craig was a bit surprised by Tweek's sincerity and trust in his own words.

"You always seem so confident when you bake, and the results are always good," Craig began, trying to find the right words. "I can see your effort and realize how capable you are."

Tweek looked at him with his mouth slightly open before breaking into a smile.

"Thanks, Craig… I guess I need to learn to trust myself more," he paused and bit his lower lip. "But sometimes, for some reason, I feel a bit lost."

Craig fell silent for a moment, swallowed, and looked at Tweek, who was focusing back on his food. He felt empathy; he felt lost himself.

"I understand that… Since I left my old village… I keep wondering if I'm doing the right thing," he observed Tweek look up, meeting his gaze.

"Whether I'm where I should be or if I'm running away…" he continued, feeling a bit vulnerable.

Tweek looked at him for a moment, as if he were analyzing him.

"Sometimes I feel like… there's something about you that you don't fully show, as if you're hiding something," Tweek said, and Craig felt a chill run through him. "Sorry, I don't mean it in a bad way."

The blonde gave him a gentle smile, but Craig stayed silent, Tweek's words echoing in his mind. It was as if Tweek could see beyond his facade, trying to break through the wall he had built to protect himself.

A heavy silence settled between them as Craig got lost in his thoughts, trying to find the right words, but in the end, he could only come up blank.

A few seconds later, when Tweek decided to speak again, the atmosphere lightened a bit.

"Hey, could you help me with something in the living room? I wanted to move a picture, and I think you could give me a hand," Tweek said with a soft smile.

Craig blinked, coming out of his thoughts, and nodded slowly.

"Sure, let's go," he replied, getting up from his seat as he tried to leave the weight of the conversation behind.

They headed to the living room. The house was a bit small, and the rooms weren't very big, but Tweek's decoration made the place feel incredibly cozy.

"I want to move this bookshelf a bit to the left, but there's a picture in that spot," Tweek began to explain as he pointed to the objects. "I just need to lift the picture so the bookshelf can fit, and… I've been putting it off."

His expression showed a hint of embarrassment. He paused for a moment before continuing.

"You could help me with that since you're taller than I am. You can probably reach it more easily," he finished, giving Craig a shy smile.

Craig couldn't refuse. Even though he still felt weighed down by the conversation, doing something practical helped him relax. He nodded, returning Tweek's smile.

Despite his height, they had to bring a chair from the dining room so Craig could place the picture in its new spot. He set up the chair and straightened up, not realizing how close he was to the ceiling, bumping his head lightly before bending down again.

He heard a stifled laugh beside him and looked at Tweek.

"If you laugh, I'm not helping you anymore," Craig said with a serious expression, though his voice carried a hint of joking. Tweek quickly shook his head and covered his mouth with one hand.

Craig straightened up again, bumping his head once more, which caused Tweek's laughter to fill the room. Craig looked at the blonde, feeling a bit embarrassed, but he knew he could listen to his laughter all day.