Lemuen's Little Move Under the Table
"Cheers! Let's celebrate Mizuki's perfect completion of his first field mission, and welcome the Doctor aboard!"
"Cheers!"
More than a dozen glasses clinked together, and everyone sat down. The table that had originally fit more than ten people now seemed a little cramped, so Exusiai was sitting on Mizuki's lap. She was a little shorter than him, only about 1.6 meters tall, but most people subconsciously counted the halo above her head as part of her height, so she did not look short.
Penguin Logistics was always like this. They could always find all kinds of excuses to throw a party. Not to mention everyone's birthdays—there would be one after returning from a trip, one after completing a big deal, and sometimes even a party just because they were in a good mood.
"Doctor, don't be shy. Make yourself at—"
"Ah, this is good. This is delicious too, and this one... mmm! Mizuki's cooking is really great!"
Since Lemuen and the others had helped prepare this dinner rather than leaving Mizuki to handle everything alone, the finished dishes had somewhat strange colors, but they unexpectedly looked quite nice and not eerie at all.
Before Lemuen could even finish speaking, Miss Doctor had already started using her chopsticks without any hesitation. She clearly had no idea what being polite meant.
Reunion did not lack food, but the cooking there had truly been a little rough on someone who had only recently woken up. On top of that, she had not eaten much good food during the past few days of travel. The moment Mizuki entered the kitchen, her appetite had been thoroughly awakened.
"Looks like the Doctor doesn't consider herself an outsider either."
"But isn't that a good thing?"
Exusiai smiled as she put food