After breakfast you took a nap on the couch,
You woke up an hour later on your own and checked to see how Desio was working out. The micen seem to work well while independent. Ray got your attention and expressed the need for necessities. You need more manpower, most of these micen are ill experienced to do anything. You sigh, those micen you met earlier might have something to trade after all. You tell Ray to get Gertrude, as she goes to get her you call the closest micen nearby. Ray and Gertrude return.
"Alright, something important's come up. We need experienced micen to help train ours. Ray, I want you to go to Niarb and ask for a micen named Jason. Gertrude, go to Toor and ask to meet whoever's in charge. And you.." You point to the micen. "Harris." he saluted. "Harris, go to Granrus and speak to.. I forgot his name. Just find someone in charge. Tell them I'm ready to negotiate trade and meet at my coffee table tomorrow morning. Thank you."
They got their things together, and did as you asked. You left the room and sat on your couch to watch t.v. In a couple hours later you felt tapping on your thigh. You look down and see an orange figure. "Bibi? What is it?" You pick her up and set her on your lap.
"Solace, I made a surprise for you." She led you to the kitchen and showed you a plate with a rag over it. You placed her on the counter and she removed it, showing a circular piece of cheesecake. "Geeaness told me you liked cheesecake, so I took the liberty to make you some. I'm sorry I didn't ask for your permission but-"
"If this cake tastes almost as good as the omelet, you're fine." You pat Bibi on the head and she left to her house in Desio. Before you could dig in she came back and asked where she lived. You show her which house she'll live in until further notice. When you came back to the plate however, your smile went away.
You see a micen reach over the plate. It was a blue-ish grey male. You ducked down and hid, silently crawling towards the counter. You peeked your head up and caught him red handed as he took off a chunk of cheesecake. You clear your throat, startling the poor mouse. "The hell do you think you're doing?" His tail wrapped around his bent legs. "I-I can explain, Solace." "I'm pretty sure I made the rules clear, yet you have the audacity to take food off my plate? And not just any food but something precious?"
"Please let me explain," he asked.
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