HA8

Being all good and nice and helpful wasn't what she normally liked, but when Jaune had asked her to look after the maiden, she'd caved. Well, after he pointed out she could buy ice-cream in Vale while doing so. And after he'd coughed up some of his money for her to do so.

[...]

The brats she was currently tailing were pretty boring, though.

Redtop – not to be confused with Red, who was short, annoying and had a squeaky voice – was obviously the maiden and was currently chatting with loudmouth over a cup of coffee, while pinkeye was napping, and the rabbit was proving herself a walking stereotype by eating a slice of carrot cake.

They'd not gotten up to much through the day, either. Kill some Grimm. Whine. Go to Vale. Whine. Have some coffee. Whine.

[...]

Sometimes ice-cream was better for waiting for a hot day when it would cool you all the more. Sometimes the best fights came when you really drove the enemy up the wall. Sometimes Nevermore sat around watching kids.

Wait.

That last one wasn't right.

Neo glanced over to a rooftop nearby, where, true enough, a small Nevermore was sat nestled among some crows. It was hardly the most convincing disguise, given the glowing red eyes, small bony plates and the fact the crows – like most normal animals – were freaking out at having a predator sat in the middle of them.