After dinner, Chairman Delaney mentioned going for a stroll in the yard. He patted his bulging tummy happily, satisfied with all the dishes made by his grandson-in-law and his granddaughter.
The hour was still early, slightly past eight.
"It's colder tonight, Grandpa," Lariette blinked, quite worried about letting Chairman Delaney go outside when the sun had long set, "You still wanna stroll in the garden, en?"
Over the years, her elderly grandfather's ability to withstand the cold weakened gradually. She couldn't help but think it might trouble his old body.
Ruediger smiled gently, trying to alleviate her concerns, "A brief walk will be fine. Let's bundle Grandpa up in layers. It's better to get fresh air."
Chairman Delaney openly raised his thumb at Ruediger, and then grinned at Lariette, "Your grandpa here isn't that delicate. Come! We'll go to the greenhouse. It's warmer there."
