International flight.
Peter, Pietro, and Wanda sat three abreast.
Quicksilver was like a country bumpkin who had never been to the city, looking at this and touching that, his butt never once touching the seat.
His eyes were full of fascination with the plane.
Wanda was better off, sitting steadily, but the incorrectly fastened seat belt and curious gaze revealed how she felt.
Peter was much more natural about it. He was sleeping like the dead, drool hanging from his mouth like spider silk.
A flight attendant slowly pushed over a cart full of drinks.
From time to time, she asked passengers what they wanted, her eyes sparkling.
Her friendly manner and gentle voice made Pietro think—wasn't she just like a nice girl next door?
"Excuse me, I'll have a fruit pudding. Wanda, what do you want?"
"...Ice cream."
Pietro stopped the flight attendant and pretended to order with practiced ease.
"Sorry, sir, we only have beverages here~"
The flight attendant's eyes lit up when she saw that the ones who had stopped her were a pair of doll-like, delicate siblings.
The high-end designer clothes they wore were brands she had only occasionally seen in first class.
"Fat sheep!"
Her tone became even gentler as she gazed at Pietro with liquid eyes.
As though she were expecting something.
"Uh... coffee, please."
"...Coffee for me too."
Pietro's expression stiffened as his eyes swiftly swept across the drinks. To his dismay, coffee was the only one he recognized.
He could not even name the other colorful liquids.
Helplessly, he could only choose coffee, even though he did not like it at all.
Wanda faced the same problem.
The flight attendant smiled faintly, efficiently poured two cups of coffee, and gently handed them to Pietro.
As they exchanged cups, her fingers lightly brushed