"Ans..."
His dance partner among the flowers lifted a branch, gently caressing his head.
"You didn't consider indulging in delicious food, nor did you think about chatting with some lovely girls, nor did you plan to engage in any fun activities. How can you be happy?"
Ansel simply responded calmly, "Everyone has their own definition of happiness, Mother."
"So you're saying that even with that sullen expression, you call this happiness?"
Annelisa had already stepped through the puddles to Ansel's side, pulling at the corners of his mouth with a sigh, "This is a ball, Ans, not... a negotiation table."
"There's essentially no difference."
"There is a difference!"
