Mister Penguin looked utterly... speechless?
"What kind of poor relative are you? Why are you begging for food every time we meet?!!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a poor relative coming to your door. So what? Do you need me to sing you a Lotus Rhyme?"
The officer folded his arms and spoke with complete ease, looking exactly like a shameless poor relative... the especially arrogant kind of poor.
Lotus Rhyme...
What was that? Bronya did not understand.
But seeing Mister Penguin's blood pressure seemingly rise, she vaguely understood that it was probably not a particularly nice term. She grabbed the corner of Russell's coat.
"Um... actually, there's no need."
She said it.
It was common sense that officers did not need to quarrel with other officers over a lowly private.
But—
"My things have to be dressed beautifully."
He rubbed his face as he spoke.
Dressed beautifully?
She had never received an order like that.
It was truly strange.
The little girl thought.
Still, although it sounded strange, it did not sound bad?
"Oh, right. Did you faint because of low blood sugar?"
"Do you want some dessert?"
As if remembering something else, the man asked again.
Dessert?
What was that?
Bronya did not know, but her craving for sugar made her nod instinctively.
The officer looked at Mister Penguin again.
"Go get some."
"Fuck your mother, do you take me for District 13?"
"You take everything from me?"
Mister Penguin's blood pressure seemed to have broken through the heavens.
But when the officer made a bow-drawing gesture, his expression immediately wilted. He hurriedly slipped into his custom-made clothes, got properly dressed, and went out.
Not long after.
He returned with a rather exquisite basket of pastries.
Inside were a pot of black tea, a slice of tiramisu, a box