"Wow, the decor is so pretty! But why does this spot look a little different?"
Roundy looked at a spot on the second floor that was obviously a different color from the surrounding wooden boards.
That had happened when Qian Guang got drunk one time and insisted he had developed a potion that could instantly defeat Laxus. Then it exploded, and they had run out of matching boards.
"Ahem. It's art. It's normal for kids not to understand."
"Tch, I'm not talking to you. Go on, go! I want to whisper secrets with Sister Mira. But don't go too far!"
Qian Guang looked at the girl with amused helplessness. He let them head upstairs while he went to make them some pastries.
Still, as he cooked, he kept feeling like he had forgotten something.
Forget it. He should focus on the pastries. It seemed he had never made any for Roundy before.
"Ahhh, that's so romantic!"
"Do you have pictures? Do you have pictures? I want to see, I want to see!"
"Wow! It looks so good! I want one like that someday too!"
"Eh, this girl with the single ponytail looks a lot like Sister Mira."
"Wait, Sister Mira, I haven't finished looking yet! Don't take it away!"
Qian Guang shook his head. She really had not changed at all. He could hear that booming voice even downstairs. He remembered the house having pretty good soundproofing.
Half an hour later, "Ding."
"Knock, knock, knock. The pastries are ready."
"Creak."
The door opened. Roundy cracked it open with a flushed face and looked at Qian Guang with an indescribable gaze.
Qian Guang scratched his head, completely confused. Somehow, he seemed to see a mother's approval of her child in those eyes.
"Wait... you can't come in. Sister Mira is