Wasted

The kebab stick falls to the ground.

Terence is saved.

Want me to try again? asks Arthur.

No, says Terence. 

Okay, says Arthur, picking up the kebab stick.

Did I look brave? asks Terence.

You had your eyes shut, says Arthur.

In case you missed, says Terence. 

Which I did, says Arthur.

How does the apple look? asks Terence.

Good, says Arthur. If you don't want it, I'll have it.

 I do want it, says Terence. But I wish the kebab stick was in it.

Hold still, says Arthur.

Terence holds still.

Arthur sticks the kebab stick into the apple.

Does it look dangerous? asks Terence.

Not very, says Arthur. Unless you're the apple.

If I'm the apple, says Terence, what's this under me?

It's you, says Arthur. But you're as one with the apple.

Terence thinks about being as one with the apple.

It means there's a kebab stick stuck through his middle.

Take it out, says Terence.

No keep it, says Arthur. It shows you've been through something dangerous, and survived.

Like the kid, says Terence.

Gaius comes back with a bag of warm bread rolls.

He sees Terence, with the apple on his head, held in place by the headphones, and a kebab stick sticking out of the apple.

You've wasted a good apple, says Gaius. Come inside.

Arthur and Terence follow Gaius inside.

Sweezus and Kant are still sleeping, either side of the bolster.

But the scent of warm bread rolls wakes them.

They sit up.

Come into the self catering area, says Gaius. I have warm bread rolls, and there should be cheese somewhere. Unfortunately, however, we no longer have the last apple.