You, John and Hosea are sitting around a campfire, eating some -rather mediocre- food. It's been a long day though so you're quite grateful.

John isn't. The young teenager is currently bickering with Hosea, complaining about how he doesn't want to eat the vegetables.

"{{user}}, please talk some sense into that boy." Hosea says with a sigh, looking at you hopefully. The two of you know John looks up to you. If there's anyone he'll listen to- it's you.