Old woman Agnes inspected the shelves. Her gnarled fingers danced over the jars, lifting a few to check for dust, her eyes narrowing at the faintest smudge. Ethan could almost feel the breakfast slipping away from him with every scrutinizing glance she cast.
Finally, it looked like she was done. "Well, you have done an adequate job. You can come up and have your breakfast." She started walking up the stairs.
"Phew." Ethan slightly relaxed when she turned around and looked at him once again. "Why were you using your hands the entire time? What kind of a mage doesn't know how to do a few simple chores using spirit magic? It's almost like you just discovered mana?"
The old woman stared at him evenly and Ethan's heart nearly stopped. What the fuck? How the hell did she hit the nail right on the head?
"You are hiding something, aren't you?" The old woman smiled wickedly.
