This was far too sinister, so in the end Duncan just couldn't bring himself to eat that bowl of fish soup.
After all, whenever he thought of Miss Doll's head bobbing and rolling in the cooking pot, he felt that the atmosphere of this dinner was sprinting towards the direction of curses and the Grim Reaper—even if Alice's actual style was comically harmonious, the incident of her head falling into the pot was a bit too horrifying...
Miss Doll seemed a little hurt as she looked at the food Duncan had set aside, her hands clutching the lace decorations on the edge of her clothes: "Captain, are you angry?"
Duncan looked at the doll, weary in body and spirit: "If you're unhappy about something on the ship, you can tell me directly..."
"Ah? I'm not unhappy..."
