"Um... Mr. Morty, here are your Crab Roe Soup Dumplings. Please be careful, they're hot." Heath handed the three Crab Roe Soup Dumplings to Mr. Morty. His expression had already returned to normal, as though he hadn't been the one saying those strange things a moment ago.
As expected of a dependable adult, he really knew how to keep his composure. If Heath had accidentally let something incredible slip, he felt he would have panicked for a while, then remembered it when he went to bed that night and been too embarrassed to sleep.
"Um... Mr. Morty, may I ask, is that Machoke maid you mentioned really female?" Unable to contain his curiosity, Heath asked quietly in puzzlement. There were no other customers behind Morty right now anyway, so Heath could afford to relax a little.
"..." Morty looked at Heath in silence. After a moment, Mr. Morty seemed to finally come to terms with it, and he sighed.
"Although I know this sounds very strange... the Machoke maid at our company... it's not a question of whether she's special. She's the kind who's genuinely adorable. So adorable that I often wonder whether I've worked too much overtime or been hit with Wake-Up Slap too many times and started hallucinating." Mr. Morty looked a little dazed as he spoke of the Machoke maid, as though something had come to mind.
The corner of Heath's mouth twitched. He had thought a Machoke maid was already plenty perverse, but Mr. Morty actually found a Machoke maid adorable? Heath wanted to call a newspaper or TV station and denounce the capitalists who forced their corporate drones to work overtime every day, slapped them awake with Wake-Up Slap when they wanted to sleep, then made them keep slogging through overtime until they developed mental