Oilleóg paused blankly for a second.
'You never seem to agree with me, haha! Did something change?' He smiled from ear to ear as the sun peaked out and shone over his face.
Faolán stifled a breath and looked aside.
'No. No, nothing.'
Iarlaith ducked down to stand up from his seat under the bunk. He was the tallest of the group, at 6'1", next to Faolán at 5'11", then Robhartach at 5'9", and finally Oilleóg at 5'5.
Robhartach let out a prideful but subtle hmph with a smirk.
"And off they went, Earman, Oil-yolk, Pee-Lawn and RowRowTokk on an adventure they would NEVER forget! (Whether they'd like to or not!)" Robhartach piped out in a voice like that of a narrator of a comic superhero.
They all laughed a bit and Oilleóg patted him on the shoulder, and, as said, they were off.
