"So... Stew then?" Felix asked with a smile as he lied back. "Man, oh man, I do miss these nights though. Times were simpler, just sitting back and enjoying things." He stared up at the stars for a moment.

"Oh yes, the days where you were a little vagrant boy stealing food from business owners and generally causing mischief?" Emmerich asked as he was wrapping his arm. "Honestly, had it not been for kind folks like Miss Katherine and her family, I would not be surprised if you wouldn't have ended up another bandit."

"Well no need to be hurtful about it." Felix sighed. "But you know what, for an orphan, I think I turned out alright. I've got a few good friends, I've got a job. Hell, life's pretty swell. Might even try and stir the pot a bit." He smiled as he plucked a bit of grass. He took the blade to his lip, then blew on it. A small whistling came from it, and he adjusted his hand to make a tune.