Amy's eyes lit up instantly. With a smile, she said, "Since Father likes it, you will finish it, right?"
"This…" Mag was stunned. His inner self was going to collapse as he stared at that black stew, but he maintained his smile on his face. "Of course I will finish it because Amy made it."
"Meow."
Ugly Duckling came over and rubbed Mag's calf with its head and looked at him with gratitude as if he had just saved it from purgatory.
"I think the heat is almost there. Amy should remove this fire now." Mag could vaguely smell the burnt odor from the big pot. The taste was already weird enough; if it got burnt some more, Mag might not be able to swallow it even if he pinched his nose.
"Yes," Amy answered obediently, and retrieved the fireball on the stove with a wave of her hand.
