"I brought tarot cards."
Castorice took a deck of cards from her pocket.
"The old man at the fruit stall always says playing games together brings people closer. Even if they aren't friends at first, they'll become friends in the end."
"Not happening..."
Yan Huan sat on the ground and said helplessly:
"Our big-bed plan has fallen through. What a shame."
"Oh, right. Could you bring us four more lounge chairs? We're actually pretty good with our hands... And this time we won't need to bake any cement."
"Bake cement?"
"You know, that."
"?"
Castorice turned and glanced at the bed made of red bricks and cement.
She hadn't paid it much attention earlier, assuming the two had brought in a large stone table from somewhere.
"The lounge chairs were terrible to sleep on, so we thought we'd put a bed together."
"We were almost done, but then Dan Heng's foot slipped..."
At that, Yan Huan whipped his head toward Dan Heng, who was eating from a bowl.
"When you fought Aglaea, you could stand on water. But you just had to step in that oil?"
"I was exhausted. I didn't expect this to happen," Dan Heng said helplessly.
"So you lit a fire earlier to dry this gray clay with the heat?" Castorice asked.
"Right." Yan Huan nodded.
"And you mixed these bricks with the clay to build a base for the bed?" Castorice asked again.
"Right." Yan Huan nodded again.
"..." Castorice started to speak, then stopped.
"...Then why didn't you just ask an attendant to bring you a bed?"
"?" Yan Huan and Dan Heng looked at each other.
"If you can't sleep on lounge chairs, you can tell us," Castorice said softly.
"So that's why the fire started..."
The two members of the Express Crew fell