Fatty Jun sat on the ground, tied the last balloon, and tossed it into the pile of gold and silver balloons.
"It's rare to see Miss Don being serious, quite the novelty."
Elise Don: "It's love, you wouldn't understand."
Fatty Jun was genuinely unhappy, "I have a wife too, okay? You say I don't understand love, then what's going on with me and my wife? Elise Don, can you not stir up trouble between us?!"
Elise Don said to Emily Ferguson, "Sorry."
Emily Ferguson: "No worries, we actually only have a fling, not love."
"Hey, you little minx"—Fatty Jun's cheeky grin showed he didn't mind at all—"I'll get you when we get back!"
The three of them moved from the open kitchen-diner to the living room, each taking a sofa and bantering back and forth. After battling verbally for three hundred rounds, their stomachs protested first.
By this time, it was already dark.
Oliver Bloom still hadn't returned.
