"And now, what you're going to do? Are you going to give your bread bun to the gnomes? Or are you going to eat the bread bun yourself?"
Peter just looked at Asmodeos with wonder in his eyes.
The necromancer had not left him, albeit having tried to pummel him with a bunny slipper. He was still standing by him with a smile on his face, and he was trying to teach him something Peter knew.
Peter had no idea what.
As he looked down at his single bread bun, warm from the oven, he looked Asmodeos in the eyes.
"Asmodeos," Peter didn't know how to tell Asmodeos that. He also knew that the lesson might end prematurely if he actually said what he was going to say.
And yet, he still said it.
"I'm allergic to gluten," Peter murmured.
Asmodeos closed his eyes and started to pray to the spirits above. They, of course, showed him a very vivid image with the message: go fudge yourself.
