"Yeah," Silvi answered quickly. "I was locked inside the box then. Those people gathered around, so I rammed the box, rammed it forward, trying to knock them away. Then they found a bomb from somewhere and blew the box apart. What's wrong?"
"The place where the box shattered was pretty close to the door," He Ao said slowly. "The fragments were all blasted outside."
"I can only restore what's inside the door. I can't restore what's outside." Silvi thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"It's fine. The hallway cleaning robots will take care of it," He Ao said, shaking his head as he casually closed the door. "Do you want to go out and play?"
By then, Silvi had already turned around and returned to the edge of the dining table. Hearing He Ao's question, she froze slightly.
Then she thought for a moment and shook her head. "Wouldn't it be bad to go out? I still have to wait here for Father and Mother to come back. And it's so late—Mother said going out at night is dangerous."
As she spoke, the entire room was unusually quiet. Nothing changed.
"That's true." He Ao nodded slightly and closed the door.
He turned around, looked at Silvi, who was about to topple over again, and asked with a smile, "Want some fried chicken?"
Silvi, who had practically been about to fall backward, instantly straightened up. "Fried chicken? Where's the fried chicken? That's the smell of fried chicken!"
Then she wrinkled her tiny nose, and as though she had lost her soul, walked to the table's edge. She hugged a table leg and slid down, climbed onto the counter, and stood beside the air fryer.
She lowered her head and stared at the working air fryer. "Is it heating fried