"You're in Grid City? Why?" Mrs. Anderson asked. She seemed to wonder what Lucy's connection to this country was. Lucy hasn't had the chance to tell her that she was born in the country of Arendale.
"I thought of changing the environment. Thankfully, there's a job hiring for a painter so, I took it and flew here." Lucy resumed her task, mixing the colors on the palette. With this, Mrs. Anderson should give up now.
"Well, that's too bad. My daughter will surely sulk if I don't give her your painting."
"I'm really sorry, Mrs. Anderson." Lucy apologized. "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now, since I still have some things to do."
"Alright!" Mrs. Anderson did not insist.
As soon as their call ended, Mrs. Anderson looked out the window and murmured, "Grid City, huh…"
