When they were bored as kids, they would scribble on the ground with branches.
Bruce's granduncle was a great painter, and he often came to the countryside to teach Bruce to paint.
Claire also studied drawing from him occasionally.
Unexpectedly, she was exceptionally talented and was accepted as a disciple by Bruce's granduncle.
It was getting late, and Bruce left Smith's house.
At dinner, on the table.
Ada glanced at Claire and asked acidly. "Claire, I heard that you brought your friend home today?"
"Uh." Claire grunted casually.
Ada scowled and scolded. "Don't just bring along anyone home, okay?"
Phoebe pursed her lips and secretly chuckled.
Claire deserved it.
Claire put down her chopsticks with a snap, leaned back, smiled, but her eyes were icy. "Then tell me who I can bring home?"
Ada gave a dry cough. "Since you have come here, don't come into contact with any country folks. It's embarrassing."
