Chapter 11: Completed Our First Quest
Arthur looked up, slightly out of breath. "Yeah! All done."
A moment later, the baker came trotting down the stairs, his apron still covered in flour. As he reached the basement and saw the collapsed bodies of the oversized rats, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Ohhh! You actually did it! They’re all dead!" he said, bouncing slightly on his heels. "No more rat mafia stealing my croissants!"
He looked around, inspecting the mess. "Say, uh... what are you gonna do with the bodies?"
Arthur blinked. "What?"
"You know... the rat corpses. I can’t exactly sell bread next to a pile of furry bodies. That’s a health violation. Or at least... I think it is?"
Arthur stared blankly at the sprawled rats. He hadn’t really thought that far ahead. What did one do with a bunch of bread-thieving, humanoid rat corpses?
"I... uh... I figured maybe you’d... compost them or something?" Arthur offered weakly.
"Compost?! They have bones, man! Also I’m pretty sure one of them was wearing pants."
Before Arthur could reply, Bounciechomie suddenly perked up.
Bloop?!
Its tiny jelly body began to glow faintly. Then, in a move that Arthur could only describe as "soft horror," Bounciechomie leapt off his shoulder, bounced once, and landed next to one of the rats.