"… At least THAT you two old men know well."
"?!"
At Granny Martha's sudden interruption, joining us as if aware of all the secrets we hadn't even shared yet, we eventually sat to drink the tea they liked. Eating the pie I had baked but failed at… only because of a sudden wish I had to make it instead of buying it for once.
I remember how dry and overly sweet it was… with some bits that were burned and others bland… and yet now I could see again how they ate it nonetheless.
"It really is bad, Eli." — Grampa August said, while almost finishing it. — "With less sugar, it'll taste better. Give me some more when you make another one, hehe."
"It's good. Don't say it's bad, August… I ate it all Eli, Jeny's first pie was horrible compared to this one~"
"Your wife also baked pies like this, Grampa Marlo?"
"Yes, but not as sweet. Hehe~ sweeter was her smile~"
