It wasn't me.
'It really wasn't me!'
I lifted my gaze from the tray, shook by the loud sound. I was certain that the sound didn't come from me, so…
'If it wasn't me…'
"Ahem… I- My apologies…"
Turning my head slowly to my right side, Marianne's Father was seating straight and slightly tense. His hand was covering his mouth and rubbing his nose with the index finger knuckle, while, with eyes closed, his brows waggled in awkwardness.
He was clearly embarrassed.
'Heh… well… THAT was unexpected…'
Men have a big appetite, so… I guess such a reaction is not that odd, but…
'He has like "a reputation"… I would be doing my "curl up and die" face right about now if I were him… Respects to you, Sir. You kinda saved your dignity with your "almost calm" expression.'
I glanced at Paige and found her looking downwards.
'… this girl is holding in her laugh fo sho~'
"…"
