"You two made up, I see." Everild smiled at he looked at Frode and Erland sitting in front of him. At that point, they have become a regular visitor in Everild's house, almost like his own children.
"We have." said Erland as he sipped on some tea. In the calm afternoon, Logi was having a piece of meat along with Bob and Maggie, savoring it with pleasure.
Frode stayed silent with a cold face for a moment, trying not to blow up in anger. He took a sniff of the scent of ginger in his tea and took a sip.
"Thanks for the tea. I needed it for my cold." said Frode with a hoarse voice.
"How did you catch a cold in all of a sudden?" Erland asked, looking at Frode from the side.
