Mag opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. The little chowhound had a completely different mindset than normal children. He nodded with a smile. "Okay, Father will take you out tomorrow and buy one if there is someone selling them."
"Father, you're the best!" Amy rubbed her face against Mag's hand happily. She was so sleepy that she fell asleep in no time, holding Mag's hand, murmuring the words "roast goose".
Looks like she does want to eat the roast goose. I have to get my hands on the recipe quickly, Mag thought. He withdrew his finger from Amy's little hand. Looking at her adorable sleeping face, he couldn't help but stoop down and kiss her forehead, and then he stood up, picked up his suit on the bed, and went to take a bath.
