Early the next morning.
Greenhill Mansion's main dining room.
Su Shijun sat at the head of the table, flipping through the newspaper that had just been delivered, carefully reading about the unexpected incident at the celebration banquet after she left last night.
"Chirp, chirp chirp..."
Poseidon sat beside the newspaper, complaining incessantly to the witch at the head of the table, his topics ranging from today's bad weather to the nightmare he had last night, and then to the Flower Sprite that had just flown by the window, with almost no repetition in his words.
Speaking at the dining table is generally not quite in line with etiquette.
