The sunlight was just right today, so Vizet and Luna stayed outside a little longer before returning indoors with warmth still clinging to them.
On the bird stand by the window stood the owls Thor and Diana. They keenly caught the movement at the door and turned their heads together, giving the two of them two soft "coo"s in greeting.
Thor's large eyes rolled, quickly sweeping over Vizet's hands as if confirming whether he was holding an envelope.
Clearly, Vizet's hands were empty.
It gave a somewhat disappointed little trill, buried its head in its fluffy feathers, closed its eyes, and went back to dozing.
Dobby was in the kitchen waving his arms, directing all kinds of cookware to prepare ingredients as he busied himself with today's lunch.
The sound from behind made his ears twitch. Hearing the movement, he flicked his ears and turned back. When he saw Vizet returning with Luna, he immediately screamed in delight, "Vizet! You're back!"
Right after that, as if remembering something, his tennis-ball-sized eyes instantly widened. "Oh! Dobby is such a bad elf!"
"A useless, careless bad elf!" His words came out as fast as spilling beans. "Dobby didn't even know you were coming back today! Dobby should have prepared a few more dishes!"
"Dobby, this really isn't your fault at all." Vizet laughed. "I was the one who didn't tell you in advance. I should be the one apologizing to you."
"At least honey-glazed ham and Yorkshire Pudding must be added!" Dobby had already started counting on his fingers. Hearing Vizet say that, his ears shot upright.
Before Dobby could say anything, Luna gently took over. "Do we still need to prepare honey-glazed ham and Yorkshire Pudding? We can help too!"
"That's right!" Vizet snapped his fingers. The robe on him seemed