"You should stop looking at me like that," Seol says self-consciously as they make their way back to the residence. Ground has stopped its tilting yet Seo keeps his hand on the small of her back, Seol isn't above letting him continue on the misconception that she needed his support to remain steady. "Or Mi So will be heartbroken."
The potato girl had wanted them to name her new ragdolls, a feat which cheered Seol up immensely. Mi So and her grandmother came from a family of herbalists, with Yul's interest in the subject himself it would not be difficult for them to find a living in Shinju anew.
Seo doesn't reply, nor does his gaze shift from her face.
"I want you to dine with me everyday," he says abruptly. "For the foreseeable future."
"What -" she begins, flabbergasted and then waves whatever thought that had occurred to her away with a shake of her head. "Oh - this has something to do with your fishing."
Seo nods briefly.
