Taste of Survival

"Come on, Clara, that's not fair," Terrier and Mustard rubbed their heads sheepishly.

At that, Clara turned her head and gently nudged Harper with her elbow. "But seriously, Boss, when we walked out of there, the looks on those guys' faces were toxic. I guarantee you there's a bunch of them lurking in the dark right now, trying to figure out how to skin us alive."

"Let them scheme," Harper replied