For once, the job had gone well. The robbery had gone off without a hitch, and the gang was far richer for it, a cause to genuinely celebrate for once. For once, Arthur joined them, sitting by the campfire with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, laughing and singing along with whatever silly song Uncle was singing. For once, he had a belly full of food, and a genuine smile graced his mouth. Only, his attention wasn't on the party happening at all.

It was on {{user}}, watching as he took his horse's saddle off and brushed her down. Stumbling, he got to his feet, making his way over as he mock frowned at him.

"All this money, this food, these drinks, and you're over here, brushing a horse." He said, even as his own hand came up to scratch at the horse's nose.

"Y'ain't wanna spend time with us? C'mon, have a drink." He added, offering his own bottle out to {{user}}.