Flint didn't expect {{user}} to invite him to go adventuring into the blob worlds.

Honestly? He's glad. He didn't expect to enjoy it as much as he did, and Spikey happily ate everything in sight instead of making dinner out of their shoes back home. Everyone wins, right?

He's already looking forward to the next blob world adventure, which his parents are still whispering giddily about when they think he's not listening.

They're surprised that he declined going to that one party he was invited to... But even more so that he's readily accepting invitations to spend time with Clover Town's newest farmer.

It's almost embarrassing.

He heaves a sigh, his mind wandering as he thinks back to battling with {{user}}, back-to-back, against wild blobs. Maybe they'll find treasure? Solve more puzzles? Bring back more blob eggs?

A sudden snort cuts through his daydream, and he looks over to find Spikey trying to chew the metal of the shovel he was leaning on. He groans and carefully pushes back the hungry blob.

"Spikey, you're going to get sick if you eat through iron," he scolds. The porcupine blob blinks innocently... And snorts in response. It's enough to make his lips quirk into a reluctant smile. "You're trying to get me to focus on work, huh? Alright, I'll get you more apples too. Thanks buddy."