[center][h2][color=f49ac2][b]Quina Quen[/b][/color][/h2][b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Day/Time:[/b] Day 1
[b]Location:[/b] Kingdom of Erion, Raganival Forest
[b]Interactions:[/b] [@Argetlam350] (Crash)
[b]Mentions:[/b] [@Holy Soldier] (General and Mario), [@Lugubrious] (Slayer)
[b]Word Count:[/b] 324[/center]

 Even with Quina's very limited understanding of cause and effect, he (or she) had expected there to be some sort of retaliation from the giant man that was barking orders. Once the General seemed to let the whole event slide without punching Mario back, or even saying a word about it, Quina relaxed a little and went back to looking over the food she (or he) had brought along from the castle. The meringue and the crushed banana could surely be salvaged into a passable dessert, the cheese and bread would serve as a-

 Then Quina heard Crash's orders, relayed to the team by the mask with feathers arrayed along the top of it. Hurriedly, Quina stuffed her (or his) mouth with all the food that would have otherwise gone into some kind of wretched culinary concoction had Crash given the order to set up camp. There would, Quina considered briefly, be more opportunities to eat. Forests and castles and the like [i]always[/i] had things to eat. Watching the Grey Man - the Slayer - begin his march into the unknown, Quina gave a glance over to Crash, trying to work out who to follow. Didn't the Grey Man say something about departing together? Something about lingering unnecessarily?

 "[color=f49ac2]Quina stick with Orange and Mask, right? Like bodyguard! Keep Orange and Mask [i]safe[/i] until we get to Oswald,[/color]" Quina began, sidling up such that he (or she) stood adjacent to Crash, with one hand firmly gripped around the massive fork that the Qu preferred to use as a weapon, "[color=f49ac2]then we bop the Oswald. Do not worry Little Orange. Quina help.[/color]"

 Quina attempted to give Crash a reassuring smile. It was not particularly reassuring. Tactics and strategic thinking weren't exactly Quina's strong points, but keeping the Team Leader safe and his morale high felt like the right thing to do for the time being.

 "[color=f49ac2]Wonder what an Oswald look like. Wonder what an Oswald [i]taste[/i] like too.[/color]"