Lugh let out a 'hrrrumph' and shot Aisling a glare. I didn't want th' mushrooms, Aisling! He yapped back. 'Sides, my Ma told me that you'll hurt ye stomach eatin' so many o' that stuff. He frowned. Ye should've shared it. Now it's all gone, and you'll get sick. It was an unnecessary topper to bother the already guilt-stricken niece. That much, he knew—but at the very least, he wanted to drill it in her head not to do something so damn mindless.

His own frustrated tirade was interrupted by the older pup. A stranger, one who spoke with an odd lilt to his voice. Lugh spared him a glance laced with skepticism. 'We can make her make up for it ourselves, whaddya say?' The younger boy frowned. What's that even mean? He spoke with suspicion, with distrust. He subconsciously stepped closer to Aisling.

Sure, she was annoying, but it was still his niece. Lugh didn't know exactly what it was that this odd boy wanted to do to make Aisling 'make up' for her mistakes, but he didn't like the sound of it. That was enough to put him on edge.