Arthur X aristotle

The campfire crackled softly under a brilliant, starry sky. Aristotle leaned back, sipping his tea and watching Arthur, who was staring up at the constellations with a bright, relaxed grin. For once, the chaotic goat wasn't trying to cast a reckless spell, letting the peaceful night stretch out around them. Aristotle smiled warmly, nudging his shoulder. "Beautiful night, isn't it, honey?"