Agatha had a busy day. By the time she returned to the castle, the sky had turned completely dark.
Pushing the door open, she was surprised to find Wendy waiting for her in the living room.
"Why did you work till so late again?" Wendy asked, frowning, but in her tone, there was not the slightest meaning of blame. Only a little bit of concern. "I hope you can come back earlier next time so that we can at least have dinner together."
"Sorry, I lost track of time," Agatha said as she took off her coat and hung it by the door. "My mind was all on producing the last batch of nitrogen, so I didn't notice the sky already turned dark when I left work. You should blame the Lord, turning on the lights in the chemical plant, making it as bright as daytime."
"I brought you dinner," said Wendy as she sighed helplessly. "It's on the table. It's still hot. So, hurry."
