One day Valenti Day approached, Chloe, a maid of honor, spoke.
"Dear Sir, which do you prefer, mushrooms or tachens?
All of a sudden.
"Is it? It's February."
"Mushrooms, it's a secret drug material."
He was right about my answer. When she heard the words, she grinned.
"I knew you did, didn't I? Mushrooms are better."
She assured me that she would look forward to next week, smiling again and walking away.
I don't know what it is, that sentiment came to me, but I couldn't keep him in custody forever.
Because I was busy with research.
The next day, at dawn of further research, visitors arrive.
My master came to my research building. My master also asks me flying questions.
"I don't think so, but you're not a mushroom, are you?
It was a questioning tone and an unspoken attitude.
"Mushrooms?
When asked so, the master supplements.
"He's asking me if I'm a Takemushroom or a Mushroom."
Her expression and attitude were clearly malicious inquisitors themselves, so we descend here to the military gates in great numbers.
"Oh, well, there's no especially doctrinal claim, but, well, you might prefer tachenocho"
When the master heard the answer, when he broke his face, he put his arms together,
"Um, good. That's my apprentice."
And he praised me.
I didn't mean to do anything praiseworthy, but that seemed to satisfy her.
He just left. Now I can focus on research.
When I divulged that sentiment, I later immersed myself in the research.
- On Valenti Day, that day, two women offer me chocolate.
One is my maid Chloe. She had a confection that mimicked the mushroom's fudge at the end of the cookie.
Meanwhile, my master, Iris Seymour, had chocolate-coded confectionery in cookies mimicking tachenos.
They give it to me at the same time.
I said thank you on the spot, but I didn't eat or anything. Because I wasn't hungry, and I was busy researching.
But the two of you wouldn't let me do that.
Eat in front of you and press to be clear whether you are a mushroom or a tachen.
Whatever the master, Chloe is also approaching with desperate shapes, so follow their instructions.
Eat mushrooms first.
"... that's a treat with chocolate at the end of the cookie. It's good."
When he heard the words, Chloe jumped lightly and rejoiced.
The master suggests, looking remorseful, "Eat the taco too".
Follow that recommendation.
"... that's a treat with chocolate coded into a taco. Delicious."
Leak simple thoughts.
Hearing the words, the master snorts "Humph" as he wins.
When they finish eating the two chocolates, they are approaching at the same time.
"So, which was better?
Words and tones were different, but the two of them have asked the same question.
I can't help but sunshine because they were both temperamental and serious again.
"They're both delicious. In the first place, they're both cookies for the same chocolate. Totally together."
The master and Chloe, who heard the words, are furiously angry.
"Don't go with the taco or something!
"Don't be with mushrooms or anything!
And for about an hour, it was explained that mushrooms and tachens are completely different foods.
While I've been indulging in research for hundreds of years, there's been a struggle over the shape of chocolate.
It's peaceful.
I summoned my daughter to put up a fight between them.
And Fiona came with him, and he broke in between them,
"Fight! That's right."
And angry.
The maid and the witch caught a spear when they saw that adorable figure of their daughter.
Now, every year, it was not the main expectation that such barren strife would occur, but will Fiona also be joining this battle next year?
What will Fiona be a pie? That bothered me a little.