Who:Much and Robin What:bonding time and what not. When:Today Where:Sherwood Warnings:TBA
Much was thriving since the end of the first apocalypse. He hadn't experienced any stress related panic attacks since that battle, and he actually seemed to be enjoying Lawrence. Sure sometimes he got restless, not fighting but peace was also good. It took some adjustment, but with Sherwood around it served as a good distraction.
He found he was rather enjoying his new found position of authority. When he said something, people did it. He'd proven to the staff he knew how to cook even though he didn't know the fancy terminology. The staff reflected it. Much was in awe as he watched them clean the kitchen, and he didn't have to do it himself. He'd already finished cleaning his station, so he stood back to simply watch.
Never in his life did he imagine he'd ever have anything like this. Of course he just had to watch for a little while. He leaned back against his station and folded his arms comfortably. He was the boss. At least of the kitchen, he was in charge. He didn't have to ask Robin or anyone else what to do. If he wanted something he just did it and told the others what was necessary for the task. He was in awe.