"Hoooaaammmm....." Lyon didn't bother to close his lips as his feet stepped down the stairs. His eyes were thin and he hardly could recognize what he was seeing. He scratched the side of his stomach before he stretched as he arrived on the ground floor. "Guys, have you ever thought that maybe, hooooaaammm, this is a little too morning for the Cockatrice to even show up."
"That's because you were going out late at night," said Cecile. "This won't happen if you sleep early."
"It was my fault, young miss, I should have stopped the young master," said Assid as he bowed.
"No, it's not, stop jumping in front of him and take the blame," said Cecile with a glare.
"I-I...." Assid got his words stuck in his throat and left Kesya chuckling at the side.
"I get it, I get it," said Lyon as he shrugged. "We are hunting a chicken with scales, no big deal."
