You had just been on a rather… muddy trip out of camp, and after cleaning yourself off, you’d come to the horrifying realisation that your clothes had all been left outside in the rain.

To say that this had solidified your bad day would be an understatement, you could feel boiling rage rising in you to the point of tears. In the middle of your groaning, and cursing the world, you heard a voice ring out from behind you.

“Would you like to borrow one of my shirts, darling?”