"She bought quite a lot," commented Leonard slyly.
"Shut it," fired Igna looking towards Fenrir, she had quite the haul.
"Follow me, I've brought my car," said the nobleman – the boot opened, her hands threw the boxes of juice, milk, snacks, and other invaluable expenditure inside, as vehemently stated, '-I want them for research, I ought to learn about the taste of the world.'
A phone rang five minutes into the journey. Igna sat in the passenger seat, carefully scanning the surrounding, a check onto the rearview mirror showed a beast playing with her prey, in other words, Fenrir juggling three pieces of chocolate. 'What's with the attitude?' he thought.
"Pardon me," fired Leonard, "-my wife's calling, mind if I pull over?"
"Go right ahead," said Igna, the white sedan turned, mounted the pavement, perfectly aligned under a tree, then rested, the radio played a few tunes – one of which was Aceline's newest single featuring Vorn.
