""Where?"
Link, looking at the sumptuous dinner arranged on the table, cracked a small smile, "Pens and papers can't be so considerate."
Jasmine laughed softly, not continuing the conversation.
They ate in unspoken harmony, occasionally serving each other.
After a cozy dinner and a casual tea chitchat, they each went back to their rooms to attend to their affairs.
So the life goes on.
Having performed a deep meditation in advance, Link silently invoked and entered the "Small World."
Franda immediately came to greet him, her eyes filled with reproach as she stared at Link. Her cheeks puffed out, her lips pouted; she seemed rather sulky.
"What's the matter, Franda?"
Link touched Franda's little head curiously and asked, "What made Franda unhappy?"
"Master upset Franda!"
Franda stood with her hands on her hips, huffily whining, "Why did Master give away the Nest that Franda had worked so hard to rid of its smell?"
"Ah!"
At this, Link was left speechless.
