Toe-Curling Embarrassment

Muya patted Tom. Tom, who was searching for a bottle, looked up and glanced at her. "What is it?"

Looking at the potion in the cauldron that was about to boil over, Tom felt a headache coming on and hurriedly moved the cauldron outside.

With a loud boom, the potion in the cauldron suddenly exploded. Good thing it was far from the house, or the house would have been caught up in it too.

Tom's eyelid twitched as he lowered his head to look at Muya, who wore a guilty expression.

"...If I said it was an accident, would you believe me?"

Then, right under Tom's nose, she brewed another cauldron of potion. "What's the next potion?"

"Rest."

Muya washed her hands, then lay down on the sofa and felt around for the TV remote. Time for an episode of cartoons to relax.

"It's pretty spacious in here, right?" Tom sat down beside Muya and asked.

"I don't know. Probably?"

"Good."

No, why was that good? Good for what?

"I'm bringing a pet in." Tom smiled, and Muya felt that his smile was especially sinister and terrifying right then.

Muya thought of something and abruptly sat up. "Wait, the pet you mean isn't that Basilisk, is it?"

"No. I refuse. That thing absolutely cannot enter my house!" Muya rejected the idea furiously. Seeing the regretful look on Tom's face, she almost wanted to beat him up first.

A week later, Tom suddenly brought Muya out of the box. His physical form had stabilized by then.

Looking at the pitch-black surroundings, Muya turned an exasperated gaze toward Tom. "So why did we have to come out at night?"

"Could I go out during the day?" Tom's question left Muya speechless.

She had forgotten that he couldn't be seen by people.

"Let's