"Hello, young man, are you a neighbor?" Larraya asked.
"Yes, you see, that's my house," the boy pointed across the street, and Larraya saw the house that had been vacant across the street was being moved into. An old man with white hair noticed his gaze and smiled, tipping his hat.
An elderly gentleman, dressed appropriately, should be the butler and his children by his side, and an old lady was sitting in the garden having tea with her two daughters or daughters-in-law.
In any case, this family looked much better than their scruffy little son.
Seeing this, Larraya smiled, opened the door, and said, "Come in, please, young sir."
"Thank you. This is some pastry my sister brought from Carterburg to share with you." The boy walked into the living room, carelessly set the box on the coffee table, opened it, and showed Larraya and Clover the beautiful pastries. The aroma made it clear to Larraya that these were definitely Carterburg's genuine pastries.
