Basically, for the past half an hour, Mercury Lamp has been squirming around as if there's a needle under her seat, until her Artificial Elf finally cleaned the keyhole. Meanwhile, I pressed Lilina into a basket and she recited selections from 'Colorful Mary Sue' for half an hour—each of the two little brats had their own hell; the former because she habitually fell for scams, the latter because she deserved it.
"Bo... boss..." Lilina poked her head out of the basket, looking at me with teary eyes, "I can't recite anymore, I still want to eat later..."
I grabbed the little one, who wasn't even as tall as Pandora even when stretched out, from the basket and tossed her in front of Mercury Lamp: "Go ahead, apologize."
Lilina hesitated for a moment, glanced at the basket, then at me, seemingly thinking life in the basket was more miserable, so she obediently bowed in front of Mercury Lamp: "Sorry, I shouldn't have squeezed shampoo into your keyhole."
