...You Got Any Food?

"You got any food?"

"A little. Not enough for two." Grimm paused. "Wait a minute. You hired me. Why should I give you any food? You're my boss?"

"What's that have to do with anything?" Mars asked. "I'm hungry."

"Don't be a freeloader." Grimm straightened up a little. "I can't complete my mission if I'm starving."

Mars made a pouty face. "Did you buy any of your food with the coin I gave you?"

"I'm sure I did."

"Ha!" Mars exclaimed. "That means... technically I bought it, so it's mine."

Grimm muttered under his breath. Who did this cow think she was?

Then it hit him.

"Tell you what," the big bull said, a smile forming on his lips. "If you can beat me in a fight, I'll give you some food."

Mars grinned. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. It's your call," Grimm said, rubbing his chin. "But don't take too long to decide, because I've gotta get --"

He was interrupted.