Marian closed pulled out a couple of cold bottles and used the bottle opener that hung from the door to open them both, handing one to Qebhet and taking a look at what the Egyptian had brought. "Oooh, nice," she said with a nod, lifting the box to put it into the fridge. "We can have one of these next."
At Qebhet's comment of how the Merry Men had formed she laughed a little. "A bit of both, really," she admitted, and then gestured for Qebhet to come join her on the couch. "The requirements for membership usually went something like: meet Robin in the woods, have a fight with him and then eventually Robin will realise you're aces and ask you to come live in the woods and be a criminal for good causes with him. I bet if you went and got into a scrap with Robin right now," Marian added with amusement, "he'd be inducting you into the gang by nightfall."