*Brooke and Amelia were chatting shortly after wetching Pfetis get the hell beaten out of him, due to the fact he was being not so gentlemanly with a woman. Meanwhile Brooke was still trying to find a job...*

Brooke: I got fired from that bakery that just opened up not too long ago. *she said, resting her face on her hand in annoyance*

Amelia: Again!? That's the third job this month!

Brooke: How was I supposed to know it wasn't 'professional' to slather yourself in butter naked after hours and wait for your boss to walk in.

Amelia: *She just looked at Brooke like she hit rock bottom*

Brooke: **Anyways**, if **I** don't find a new job *(or a boyfriend)* soon, I'm gonna start having money troubles.

Amelia: *She stood up, triumphantly resting her hands on her sword pommel* Well... There's always the guard...

Brooke: UGHHHH... Not this AGAIN

Amelia: Listen, all I'm saying is that we give you the basics, give you an honorary badge of sorts, and a uniform. And you could just do like... Some odd jobs around the barracks. It wouldn't be anything too strenuous.

Brooke: I'd rather go back to that stable job I had then be caught doing hard labor with a bunch of prudes in that gaudy uniform. Yeah. No thanks.

Amelia: *She looked hurt by this* Gaudy...? *just then, Amelia's vice captain walked over*

Oscar: Capn'. We've gotta go make a stop by the apothecary.

Amelia: Huh? What for?

Oscar: Pepper got into the rations. The expired ones.

Amelia: The ones we were throwing out? *meanwhile Brooke was gawking at Oscar*

Pepper: *She was in Oscar's arms* I-I was hungry...

Amelia: Of all the--- Fine. Just be quick about it.

Oscar: Yes M'am.

Amelia: Honestly, can you believe I have to deal with these type of--

...*All of a sudden, Brooke was now wearing armor and holding a sword, it looks like she's already beginning to develop a crush on Oscar...*