By-gones are By-gones

Blackfire's eyes tear up, and she flies back down to Boit's house.

"Blackfire!" you yell as you chase after.

"Here, take it back!" she shouts as she shoves the Horba into Foxy's hands.

"Blackfire, why?" Foxy asks, her ears sideways again. "I thought you two needed the money."

"We do, but I couldn't stand the feeling seeing your sad faces made me feel!" Tears falling from her face, she turns and buries her face in your shoulder.

You look at Foxy, Nuh, and all the other confused party guests.

"Even though we are criminals," you begin to explain, "friendship is still an important thing to us, as it is to all Tamaranians. We once lost a friend because of our selfish choices..."

Nuh and Foxy let out an understanding "Oh", and pat Blackfire on the back as a form of comfort. Foxy takes the Horba back inside, and you can see Boit get back up.

*OOOSH OOOSH OO OOSH* He returns to his smaller size.

Nuh looks at Boit, then at you and Blackfire. You prepare to run if he attacks again.

"It's alright, you guys," Boit says, surprisingly calm for a guy who nearly got his face burnt. "I don't hold it against you. You did say you needed the money, and I can understand why you wanted my Horba."

Blackfire looks up, still teary eyed.

"Really?" she asks.

"Yeah!" Boit says with a smile. "Friends of mine have done far worse, I've done far worse!"

Your brain nearly melts when you hear that.

"You mean, you have a criminal record?"

"Yeah! But no one on Sandalia gives a fadoodle! This is a VACATION planet, where everyone can relax, regardless of what they've done! Now come on back in, Radian and I are about to make dinner!"

"If this really is behind us?"

"Yeah, yeah, no problem," Boit replies, "that fight was actually kinda fun. Except for the nearly-becoming-blind part!"

Boit laughs, and you do your best to laugh, puzzled at how truly carefree Boit is.

"What about Tamaran?" Blackfire asks.

"Home can wait," you say. "As you said, it'll still be there."

The two of you join Boit and the others inside, and Boit walks up to a large grill in the kitchen, alongside Radian.

The two golden-eye males start slinging beef and other meats onto the grill, and the sound of sizzling juices fill the air.

That floppy-eared guy from earlier is sitting on a beanbag chair, with a green-skinned female on his lap.

"Looks like you've got some luck of your own," you say as you sit on the couch with Blackfire and Nuh.

"Haaaah," he laughs like before. "Still not as lucky as you, man! I ain't never seen somebody take a hit from Boit's big form like you did and get up."

"Thanks, but it's probably because I'm Tamaranian."

"Nah, man! More than that!" Floppy-ears sits up a bit. "Boit's faced a few before in the past, before settling down on Sandalia. They were a little shorter than you, maybe younger, but he still knocked them out with one blow a piece!"

"Is that so...?" You look over at Boit, still in his small state. He and Radian have already moved some of the beef patties onto bread, and serve the mustard-covered Hamburgers to the guests.