[Eight rolls her shoulders as she let her limbs unwind from a busy day of work. She's looking over her makeshift machete that took the brunt of the hard work, and is in the process of cleaning and straightening it.]
[Only for Inigo to come walking past a tent, catching her attention. She looks up with a curious tilt, wondering what was it he was planning to do.]
(ongoing, camping)
[Only for Inigo to come walking past a tent, catching her attention. She looks up with a curious tilt, wondering what was it he was planning to do.]
[The answer hardly satisfied.]
Can't it wait?