“Heh, always the charmer as usual, I see.” Wylde commented at Karn with a smile as she too quickly perked up at the scent of food that hit her nose. She sure was hungry and this tasty meal was indeed what she needed exactly.” Thank you for the food!” She said tp Quanze with a true genuine sincerity in her voice.” If we let those machos over there cook, we would all have died of food poisoning long ago.” She finally stated, throwing a wave of her hand to Baku, Blank and the other fellas that were around. Of course the girls present weren’t included in her statement.

 When Blank appeared, the first thing Wylde did, was to take her bowl, jump a few steps back and climb up on the nearest place that had some elevation. She was already used to the shaenanigans between these two, so she didn’t want them dragging her snack time into their eccentrics. 

 “Don’t worry, Monica.” Wylde replied to the woman with a huge grin.” I will show all those fellas how true fencing is done! There is a reason why I joined this crew after all. Who other will teach them to perform better if it wasn’t for me?” She asked with a grin turning to Blank, Karn and the others.” Hear that folks, don’t disappoint Monica when the play begin! I want to see what all the practice taught you! Otherwise…” She said and pulled a long wooden stick.” … we will have some make up lessons after the play.” Wylde added with threatening voice.

 After that Wylde excused herself so she can go prepare for landing. Besides checking all the equipment for the play, she also wanted to check the state of her real weapon and after that she had to get her make up done. It was going to take a while to apply it fully. Good thing there were people around the ship to help with that. 

 As she was doing all that, there was another thought in her mind. She was returning home after all those years and considering what they were here for, Wylde expected that she would see Beatrix again. All those years ago she left because she wanted to get stronger than the general. Will she win if they fought now? Maybe if it was a friendly spar where they didn’t go all out, but a real battle was a whole other thing. In the end, Wylde was sure she wouldn’t win against Beatrix as she was now.’ Damn…’