Alphonse is very good about not complaining about things, too. Sure, it felt like they were walking around in circles, and even he had to agree the pudding was pretty gross, but he kept his mouth shut.

Hamlet wasn't particularly happy about having to take off his shoes in this odd weather, and the sheer distance that Callisto made them travel made it even worse. He was more than ready to head back to his dorm room as they neared the end of the excruciatingly long hike, when he heard what sounded like mutterings from one of the clump of trees near the side of the path. As no one else seemed to notice them, he stepped off the trail to investigate what it was.

Alec had no problems with the hike. This? Was a cakewalk. A twisty, obnoxious cakewalk covered in pudding, figs, butterflies and kittens, but a cakewalk.

Joxer folds his arms. "Excuse me? You're forgetting something."

He tapped his muddy, sore foot.