"No worries, if you need anything later, you can ask me for help again."
Ms. Heidlin's expression was a bit wistful as she handed a bottle to Fisher while gently biting her lower lip, as if she were biting into Fisher's muscle.
Fisher responded with a wry smile, then walked out of the kitchen with Ms. Heidlin and headed upstairs, chatting idly along the way,
"Although I really like my current job, focusing my mind and body on work every day inevitably makes me feel lonely. I heard from Balzac that you are an impressive scholar, so you must be great at writing articles... How about it, do you have any tips?"
"Me? I occasionally use a bit of tobacco, and sometimes talk with friends. But if it's Ms. Heidlin, perhaps you could find something you enjoy doing, like keeping some pets or gardening."
Ignoring her strong, insistent gaze, Fisher merely answered the question stiffly and quickened his pace upstairs.
"Pets, right, I do like small animals... How about raising a goat?"
