"Nothing... hm?" Allen muttered, then stared at the sisters. "All right, I just saw Hermione in the exam room. Looks like you two knew and didn't tell me..."
"You figured it out yourself? She hasn't told you yet, right?" Emily tapped a finger against her chin, guessing, then explained, "We thought it would be better if she was the first one to tell you herself."
"Whose fault is it that we can hardly ever find you at home?" Daisy put Emily's now-warm bottles back into Wednesday and Thursday's mouths, letting them hold the bottles themselves, then got up and came closer. "If you ask me, these two children aren't very close to you or Luna..."
"Uh, I'll have time once I graduate soon. As for university, I'm only planning to take the exams directly and get a certificate when the time comes..." As he spoke, Allen gulped down a mouthful of Cola and sat down on the sofa with lingering fear.
"Allen? Ha! You're worried about Penelope, aren't you?" Daisy made a gleeful whipping motion. "I bet she'll pull out your spine and use it as a whip... Once she comes back from the war, I'm tattling on you!"
"I was wrong!" Allen begged for mercy with great decisiveness. Penelope's reaction after learning about Luna's pregnancy appeared in his mind, making him shudder.
"Allen, Hermione's worried about that too, and I've already come up with an idea!" Emily shuffled closer toward Allen and urged him on in a tone that was clearly fishing for credit. "Why don't you go find Penelope in the next few days? Get her pregnant as soon as possible and make her think she was first! Then when Hermione gives birth, just tell Penelope it was premature!"
"What nonsense are you talking about! Emily, is that