The last batch of cookies was for themselves; Durin and the girls ate and drank their fill before leaving the third floor to the cheerful farewells of the guests.
At the elevator, Maria was still holding a piece of cookie, eating it with great joy.
This is the Carnivorous Breed, never happy without meat.
"Seeing your own craftsmanship so popular must make you very happy," Anta asked Durin with a smile.
Durin nodded as a matter of course, "Of course, but I've always felt that the meat pies you make are the best I've ever eaten in my life."
Anta's face turned a bit red, and she patted Durin's shoulder, "Is this your sweet talk?"
"Of course," Durin said while reaching out to catch Irene's hand, "the milk tea you made today was super tasty too."
The little bird was so happy, she revealed her little secret, "I learned it from Lady Tolan Durin."
Lady Tolan Durin, the owner of that name Durin had met, is none other than Lady Marian, with Tolan Durin being her maiden name.
