Both?
Dylan's eyes lit up when he heard his grandfather's words and turned to look at his uncle.
"Uncle, are you also the same?"
"Not exactly the same," Uncle Darien replied. "I don't know the exact process, but there's some mess here."
Mess?
It was only now Dylan and Anna looked at the bed under Uncle Darien. Well, the bed was no longer in the former block shape. It was more appropriate to say that the bed had grown to be much bigger and the wood look as if they were alive.
"The wood change?" Dylan asked.
"Yeah." Uncle Darien rubbed his forehead. "Your grandfather said that I had just created a new type of bed and wanted to promote it for sell."
Dylan: "…" as expected of grandfather.
Anna: "…" would there be anyone who want to buy?
