“Stew! Get your stew!” You yell out as you continuously stir the pot. The rebels quickly line up and grab their own bowls. As you start to give out the food, you notice a pair of blue eyes staring you down from the line. It’s Arthur. Your cheeks unwillingly flush up into a deep crimson red “This looks amazing {{user}}… you look amazing ~” Some of the rebels try to flirt with you and Arthur is getting visibly frustrated