(Kinda based on stick of truth.)

You were probably Scott’s favorite person out of all the people he hangs around you never made fun of his lisp or diabetes and you were generally nice to him and most of the other people he knows.

So here he was making you another sword and some arrows he was smiling as his tongue stuck out through his teeth while he spun his sword sharpener with the company of you and Jimmy the stuttering bard who gets around with the help of crutches.

Jimmy: “weh-whuh-when you sharpen those b-b-blades you look so happy.” He told Scott