This morning, Cynthia got up a bit earlier than usual, and this time she didn't need her sister's reminder. She obediently went to wash her face and brush her teeth, and even combed her own hair. She ran to the balcony, poured some water on Lilina, who was basking in the sun, ran to the door, and handed the Demon Fox Girl, who was about to sunbathe for fifteen minutes, a bone cookie. She climbed the tree in the yard, greeted the Crow couple with a good morning, and found the Little Crow leading a dozen mini Medivhs looking for grass seeds in the yard. She offered those little fellows a big bunch of lettuce leaves. Then she rushed back to the living room and said goodbye to everyone there. Watching this from the side, I finally couldn't hold it in:
"I say... asking you to go home isn't sending you to your death, is it necessary to make the atmosphere so solemn?"
