Back home, after putting the books on the bookshelf, Durin entered the basement and picked up the large box that he had prepared earlier.
Returning to the ground floor, Durin looked at Xialu, the little cat still engrossed in her comic books — in Durin's view, it was a very boring pastime, with an outdated sense of romance, but it couldn't be helped that such things were still trendy for the times.
Even Mr. Kohl and his children were quite fond of them; it was said that Mr. Kohl spent his vacations either fishing or reading these, and even his wife liked them.
Poor entertainment options, that's why the film industry, nicknamed "thigh", remained prosperous for so long.
Durin headed for the door, "Xialu, I need to step out for a bit."
"Alright, young master, take care. When should I start preparing dinner?" the little cat asked, lifting her head.
"Prepare it as usual. Make an extra Northern sturgeon, I'll grill it for you when I get back."
