She really can't say anything nice with that sarcastic mouth of hers.
Just now, she had kindly thought that if he really liked it, she would weave two more for him as a gift. It seemed that one shouldn't show good intentions to others so casually.
She reached out to grab the grasshoppers back.
Erwin Jackson quickly dodged her hand.
Lyra Smith asked, puzzled, "If you think they're so ugly, why do you even want to keep them?"
Erwin's reasoning sounded strangely bizarre, "You threw them away, I picked them up. Now they're mine, so why are you trying to take them back!"
Lyra shook her head, "I really don't understand your confusing behavior. Remember to see a doctor if you're sick."
Though she didn't understand his actions, Lyra didn't say anything more. If he wanted to keep them, he could; she had no idea what strange preferences he had.
The atmosphere in the car became quiet instantly.
Lyra adjusted the destination on the central control screen, "Just drop me off here."
