Much and his sausages arrived before long, two strings of them, pork and lamb, enough to feed an army and by god was Much looking forward to being part of Robin's army again. Maybe some small voice was pissed off at Rob, still, but he'd been telling the truth when he told Rob that there just wasn't room in his head for a grudge.
Marian and the Sheriff took up half of it, Marcie and Apollo the other. Maybe it wasn't fair that they were taking up equal room, but fairness didn't stop it being real. The voice in his head that told him maybe he should be mad at Rob took was about as loud as the voice that told him that maybe he shouldn't have kissed Marcie.
There were bigger things going on in all cases.
He let himself in, and despite everything, his heart lifted to see Rob's face, all busted up as it was. "Ohooo, whose fist found your mug?" he grinned, slinging the bag of sausages down onto the table among them.