The Multi-genre Mashup SmackDown

I'll Take an Apprenticeship-No Syrup

I glared up at her, "Move." My knee sunk deeper into the sticky golden substance.

"Do you want me to become the wall?"

"Yes."

She sighed, "We don't have enough money for a ship, so we're cargo."

I slipped, as her shoulder scraped against the wooden barrel wall.

She laid her head back exhaling, "It's a solid plan."

"Is it?!" I pointed to the ground.

She dipped her fingers into the sloshing sap–tasting it. "Damn. It's maple, not rum."

I scowled as she leaned closer, I needed space.

A grin enveloped her entire body. "You agreed to the quest, apprentice."