All the conspirators converged at the kitchen.

Chip greeted them all.

“Chip I think that you might want to listen to these two.” Sam said, pacing in front of the doorway.

“I know her taste palette.” River said.

“Who?” Chip’s raw voice cracked.

Sela gasped.

“He’s been barking orders at me all day. He lost his voice a little bit,” Sam said.

“We you don’t need to talk, Chip. You need to bake,” River said.

Sela looked around the kitchen.

“Can I carry anything to the boat?”

Sam pointed to a wrapped package. Purple cloth covered a basket that looked deceptively light.

“They’re going to give the competition pre made ingredients. He will want you to grab his knives,” Sam picked the package up handing it to Sela. The package clinked as he grabbed it.

“Are we ready then?” River said.

“We’ll get there in time for some good seats,” Chip said, weakly.

“That’s the spirit!” River said.

The conspiracy gathered itself and made for the docks.

Sela watched as the approach to the river made Chip more spry with every step. By the time they had reached the dock, Sela was tired and Chip was re-energized, completing the transfer of energy.

"Sela it's you and me on rowing. Sam got the sous chef job, so she needs to stay strong," River said.

Sela steeled himself. Tomorrow, win or lose, he would sleep in. Heck, tonight was like a first date for him, except his dates were providing the entertainment.

Rivers infectious grin proved to be enough inspiration to get them to the Riverfolk common areas.