The next day.
The family of three lazed around in bed until eight. Calix and Leslie wanted to bring Calliope to have breakfast in the hotel restaurant, served buffet-style.
Lying on the vast bed, the little one drooled when her papa explained how a buffet worked.
"T-then! Poppy can eat everything? And take the food many many times?"
Calliope's eyes sparkled with thousands of stars. Various types of food popped into her mind.
Pancakes! Cheesy toasts! Cereal! Steamed buns!
"Correct! But, don't eat until your stomach bursts ah. You still have chocolates to eat, don't you?"
Calix poked Calliope's round tummy, earning a head shake from the little dumpling.
"Poppy won't! Papa, we have a different tummy for desserts ah."
"Aw~ My little princess is clever ah!"
