Seo Gio was a kind and old-fashioned man.
‘I never thought I would find myself harboring such an embarrassing impression of someone.’
But it was the thought that came to mind at a glance.
“So today’s refreshments were star candies.”
“Yes. Purple, yellow, and green star candies, one color for each of them.”
“Are they not wonderfully sweet?”
“According to the records… all they ever requested were sweet snacks.”
“Last time, they wanted lemon madeleines.”
It was not a particularly meaningful conversation. Seo Gio had not stopped him from making his report over the radio, but he had smoothly brushed aside the anomaly surrounding 『The Sweet Tea Party』 by saying that “fortune beyond all measure would come.”
What they were discussing now was closer to ordinary small talk. Thanks to that, the man found 『The Sweet Tea Party』 a little more approachable.
“I have baked some for them myself as well.”
“You must be a good cook.”
“I have a talent for bringing imaginary foods into reality.”
“I envy that a little.”
Was this the strength a good person gave others? The longer they talked, the more the tension gradually left his stiff body.
‘…This is a reassuring conversation.’
There was nothing particularly noteworthy about their…