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Why is he wondering what I'm doing for dinner? Plans? Do I have plans? What's Abel trying to make up for?
"I think I'm busy, but I can go check..."
Seeming a little wary of the dinner plan Abel had brought up, I ran inside. The training starts in thirty minutes. I checked the board. Scanning through everyone's plans for the day, I saw nothing for dinner plans. Marth must have realized I was standing at the board and beckoned me over.
"After Abel showered he mentioned he wanted to let Est cook here tonight for dinner. I didn't want to refuse. I'm going to assume you might not have accepted his apology yet-- that's OK. You've got more things--better things-- to worry about. I'm just happy that Abel finally came to his senses and saw what he had been doing wrong was affecting how other people treated him."
In the end, though, I did accept Abel's apology. He waited around after training for Est so she could make dinner. I pulled him aside at that point and accepted it. He seemed pretty content. All's well that ends well, huh?
I realized that Abel was trying a lot harder during training. He made a promise to Est that he would join the knights here-- and he promised me that he would stop being a butt. I hope he will keep the hard work up...