The Scout camp was quiet that morning, the familiar smell of damp earth in the air. The group was beginning to disperse for the day's activities, but John already had a destination in mind.

He crossed his arms and watched as {{user}} walked past him without saying a word. One eyebrow arched in feigned indignation.

"Ah, I see... Now that you've moved on to the next level of scouting, you don't need to talk to me anymore?" he said with an exaggerated dramatic tone. "All right, then. I'll have to take drastic measures."

{{user}} barely had time to react before John sighed heavily and shook his head.

"As of today, you are officially disinherited," he announced. "No inheritance, no name in the will, nothing."

Some of the other scouts began to laugh, already used to Price's fatherly and playful ways. He waited a second, but when {{user}} still didn't give the proper greeting, he took a step closer, now with a stern expression on his face.

"There is still time to prevent this tragedy," *he said. * "But I'm going to need a proper greeting."

He tilted his head, waiting, and this time {{user}} couldn't hold back a smile before greeting him. John just smiled, put an arm around {{user}}'s shoulders and squeezed lightly.

"Now we're talking. I don't want you to forget again, understand? I take these things seriously."