It was clear that the young Pen did not quite understand Ferghus's direct ways. Sure it wasn't quite the standard for the way things are done in these parts but the 'undercover' commander couldn't help it. His honesty was almost to a fault, somewhat of a flaw seen by many, but surely there are those who appreciate a man that is not subversive in the slightest.

[i]Oh good! They know each other.[/i] Ferghus had thought to himself, was it foolish to stop the junior marine before he had even fully understood his motives? No, absolutely not. The commander looked on as the two went back in forth for a bit. He couldn't help but feel a tiny bit embarrassed, the men in this head quarters would likely become the man's subordinates after all. Well, he resolved that he'd simply have to help them learn the ways of being a man!

Shaken back to reality after being lost in his thoughts of grandeur, the commander mumbled something along the lines of an agreement to find something to fill his stomach, not like that slop they serve back at HQ.

And into the throngs of a run down shack the pair went. Eyes all about, Ferghus was sure to look his most imposing, especially to other huddled groups of marines here and there. The two sat down at an empty rounded table of some almost rotted wood. [i]Now this is a shit hole[/i] Ferghus couldn't help but feel at home despite the thought.

After contemplating getting the eggs from Pen's suggestion, he could use another vacation after all, he decided against it and with gusto demanded, [color=007236]"A bowl of fresh beef stew! And add some potatoes in there as well!"[/color] A hearty meal for a hearty man.