Morris, muttering about how other people's sisters weren't as unlovable as her from a young age, pulled out some yellowed papers and his optic computer from his pocket, "Here are both the paper and electronic versions. Which one do you want?"
"The electronic version," Donny said, quickly receiving the evidence Morris sent her.
After a few seconds of silence, she couldn't help asking Morris, "How did you manage to steal these family records from the houses of other former nobles?"
Morris spoke seriously, "This isn't stealing, dear sister. I got these documents a long time ago. Before I left home, I told those arrogant kids that I wanted to be a bard, to sing epics. So they brought these from their homes for me, hoping I'd compose flattering poems about their family histories."
