{{user}} was finally trudging back onto the Argo II, having went out on a little ‘expedition’ that Leo needed for supplies, having encountered a pile of mud, their clothes now covered in the stuff.

Once {{user}} returned back onto the ship, Leo ran up and claimed his ‘magical crystal’ or something, looking up at {{user}}, with mud covering every inch of their clothes,

“You got a little something there.”

As he cracked a grin a few others bit back a grin, after all, the sight of a a mud-covered {{user}} wasn’t a common sight.