“Groceries every week. It’s normal, really.” Karen replies.
She gets the remaining two bags.
“Please sit in the dining room while I bake up a treat for you.”
Old School Building Ground Floor
A school building… like an auditorium? Seems old… and not dusty. Suppose the instructors have been cleaning this place.
A door lies to the left, leading in. Fie is by that particular door. It’s strangely not dark, that’s for sure. It’s enough to see everything in the room…
“Cool.” Fie looks around, poking her index finger at the door. It opens.
James decides to keep helping. “If you get the Arte Guardian, carrying those bags will be a lot easier for you.”
“Those bags are nothing compared to my previous job.” Karen replies.
She begins taking out flour and water… kneading them into a dough.
Faustus blankly stares at Fie. He then sighs, muttering “You know what, I’m just not going to question that.” He speaks up in a louder voice. “Let’s find whatever’s making the sound.” He follows Fie into the auditorium.
“Yeah…” Ferris sighed.
She takes out her bow.
“I think we would have to exercise caution… Fie? Fie where did you-”
Fie wasn’t by the door anymore.
“… I guess she’d be fine…?”
(Yes, but they’re in the dining room now.)
“Mm… There seems to be some good stuff in the kitchen. Let’s go over.” Rachel stands up.
And Karen splits the dough into 11 parts.
“Aww… I thought you would be more fun, Hunter… Never mind. Just make sure you don’t screw up with Ferris the next time, she is a delicate soul after all.”
Rachel remarks, speaking like a true gentlemen.
But she’s a she… right?
“I’ll head after Fie!” Ferris remarks, running into the open path through the door Fie opened in the Auditorium.