As Aria placed the final bottle on the table, she let out an exaggerated sigh and raised her hands in mock victory.
"Done! Over 43 bottles filled. Now, please tell me I don't have to do anything else with these."
Elara, who had been watching quietly from the side, covered her mouth to stifle a laugh before replying.
"Well, actually… out of all these, we can only take two."
Silence fell over the room like a heavy blanket. Anna's eyes widened as she looked at Elara, as if she'd misheard.
"Wait… only two??"
Aria, on the other hand, slumped her shoulders dramatically, placing a hand over her chest as if she'd just been mortally wounded.
"Oh, now I remember why I hated this place. Why force me to fill all these bottles if we can only take two? This is exploitation!"
Nina, who was busy organizing the bottles into smaller groups, couldn't hold back her laughter.
"Oh, Aria, always so dramatic. It's not exploitation—it's… practice."
