"Ah haha, every time I talk with you, Lann, it makes me feel so cheerful. It's wonderful."
The slightly short and stout bearded man, Socrates, suddenly burst into loud laughter, full of joy and happiness.
At this moment, he was standing with Lann, both holding wine cups, but they seemed so engrossed in conversation that they forgot they still had drinks in their hands.
"Don't make it sound like I've refuted one of your points, Socrates."
Lann's tone was familiar, as they had actually known each other for some time through Socrates' student, Alcibiades.
"I've never debated with you; I've just been talking to you."
"And that's what makes you superior to others who boast of their eloquence."
Socrates eagerly patted Lann on the arm, his eyes revealing the joy of acquiring new knowledge.
This expression often surprised people who knew him, but when they saw Lann standing beside him, their surprise quickly faded.
