Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

"Nfu, ooh!

Flam raised his voice as he cheeked the dish all over his mouth.

You can satisfy the Lord and the mill kit is a look of pleasure.

Though he said he was confident, he didn't have zero anxiety.

I didn't know if it would fit my mouth if I didn't actually try it - but it seemed like a real worry.

"Ngu...... Phew. Awesome, Milkit, it was delicious enough even before, and now it's so many times better than that!

"It was worth the effort"

"I can't believe I tried! The best in the world! I can be your daughter-in-law. I'm the happiest thing in the world!

"Eh heh..."

A mill kit that is praised to death and embarrassed.

Other faces are also tongue-in-cheek at her cooking.

Aside from whether it's the best in the world or not, they can't go wrong with being a professional face loser.

"Compared to the usual meals, it's all very temperamental dishes."

"I've been prepping Fram since the day he got back. Naturally."

"We will be able to eat hands-on food for a while, so we will be spilled too"

Cyrillic, ink and Eterna meals are always made by Milkit.

Her improvement in her arms is also due to that, but today's dishes are at different levels because of it.

"I say affection is the best seasoning, and I wonder if I owe it to the delicious"

"Does that work for us, too?

"I'm delicious, whatever you want."

Eterna, not interested, carries the pak and the dish to her mouth.

That being said, it's the same thing that makes her happy to have Flam back, and it's not like she doesn't think about her relationship with Ink when she sees them getting along.

"Neigus, look at this. Cut the meat and it's all over the place! There's gravy all over the place!

"Ha, ha, ha."

Negas smiles at Saila, who jumps.

It is more luxurious to have a lover's pleasant appearance than gravy.

"'Cause you don't usually eat such good meat, do you?"

To the chief of the union's elusive remarks, a flam leaning his neck.

"Wasn't that great about Saila?

Even now that the church is gone, the demand for medical magicians will not go away.

No, rather, just for the growing population, there must be more people in need.

Then it would be strange if you hadn't made quite that much money.

"That's a lot of money. But so far the majority of unions are made up of former Origins. In those days, the values of virtue were rooted in the whole union."

"Commandments, like that?

When I did live in church, I hear that there were also various constraints to eating and normal behavior.

Well, most of the Christians didn't seem to protect them while they were out there.

"You guys want to get rid of the colors of Originism as much as possible. Some people understand the area, but as it is now, it seems like a situation where all the ex-cons can become executives and have the power to become second Origins."

Even when Origin dies, there are still people who are obsessed with God.

Although it does not involve terrorists like the blood of God, there still seems to be a human being who tries to restore the power of the “Church" rather than Originism.

"At the moment, though, I just have to live saving money so I don't buy objections from unionists. No, it's not like I hate that..."

"At least I'd like some more good food."

"Saila and Mr. Negas are in trouble, too."

Nodding without force, Saila.

It's intelligent.

It's good to be great, but freedom seems to have been cut to the price of having power.

"Thanks to you, I'm accumulating money, and now I'm cutting it off as savings for the future."

Negas is more solid than I thought.

She usually looks like she's kidding, but I'm sure she's serious about the future, including when it comes to Saila.

"Hey Flam, the food's good, but I think you want some cake too"

Cyril approached me as Fram was talking to the two of them as he carried the dish to his mouth.

"I thought I'd make it after dinner... but Cyril looks like she can't wait for her thoughts"

"'Cause I meant to feel so good that I couldn't beat Milkit, too"

I put my hand on my chest and said with a confident look.

Cyril has also been preparing for this for a few days.

Probably the most hands-on cake she's ever made is this one today.

To be honest, Flam seems as tasty as I'd like to be right away, but we were all patient to eat after dinner anyway - no one complains that Flam is the star today, I did whatever I wanted.

In the cake on one side cut by Cyril, Flam sinks the fork.

Then I saw a lot of fruit on the cutting surface.

It seems to be caught inside as well, not just outside.

"Well, here you go."

Bring it to your mouth.

The scent of cream with a strong milk flavour spreads flutteringly from the inside of the mouth to the nose.

The texture was soft, but the moisture in the mouth was not taken away and moist.

"Nfu, oh no..."

Flam to loosen cheeks happily.

Cyril is relieved.

"That, but this flavor..."

But when I taste it, the flam gives me a strange look.

Sounds like you noticed.

"I knew it, you know?

That was the taste of the cake we had together when the two of us were at the same party.

Not exactly the same, but quite similar.

"I'm working, the guy at the store just made a new one."

"That's right, I thought the flavor was similar with the porridge. But it's amazing, there's a solid Cyrillic originality, and he looks and tastes professional himself."

"Not yet."

With humility, Cyril seems to blush her cheeks and rejoice.

"Oh, well, the guy at the store was safe, too."

"Yeah, I'm pimping. I think you can add and subtract some more..."

Apparently, training is tough.

The two look at each other and laugh bitterly at each other.

"Slow down is independent, you own your own shop?

"I don't know, I don't know if I can think that far now. But if Flam would do the waitress, I'd like to do that right now."

To an unexpected suggestion, a flam that rounds your eyes.

But Milkit didn't miss what Cyril said.

She is a hell of a ear for a topic about Flam.

And when I got to Fram's arm with such a quick move that I didn't think it was a mill kit, I told him to intimidate me.

"No, Mr. Cyril, because your husband is with me!

"Then the three of us can open a shop, Milkit's in charge of snacks"

When Cyril suggests so, suddenly the mill kit tones down.

"That's right..."

That sounds good.

But Fram's opinion is nowhere.

"Stop, I'm the waitress... I need to be a little more gorgeous"

Without color, cuteness is that much - it was Fram's self-esteem.

Naturally, those words, Cyril and Milkit can't even affirm.

"Rather there"

"I'm so worried about your husband's brilliance."

For both of us, Flam was a shining being no more.

It is so confusing to see if there is always glitter and effect around the body.

There is also a correction on the face of the flam, which seems to recognize it as quite aesthetically shaped.

Or, for both of us, that's the truth, and it's not that it's overrated.

"Whatever the mill kit is, even Cyril!?

Regardless, Fram has no consciousness, so he is just confused.

Eterna caught a glimpse of their exchange.

"Do you care?

When ink tangled her arms to Eterna asked, she nodded in a stiff manner.

"Well, that happened."

"Sure, I wonder if I'd be interested in how Cyril gets out against Flam. Keep messing around with triangles......!

For some reason, ink seems like fun.

Did you read another strange book, Eterna, frightened?

"I don't think so. I don't think Flam would choose anything other than a mill kit."

"But I don't know, huh? Suppose you have reached the position as Cyril declared..."

"... I'm getting dizzy"

"Want some meat?

"Eat"

Uh, and meat is carried to Eterna's mouth by a fork of ink.

Shortly afterwards, she blushed for the momentum and embarrassing imitation.

Ink, on the other hand, is slightly "do it”.

This way, too, looks pretty messed up.

"Me, I've been wondering, what's going on with your husband's power?

While that was happening, the conversation between the Flams was moving to a different topic.

"What?

"Well, you're using origins to get your status now, right?"

Scanning is obvious.

The status of over a million remained intact, and not only the numbers, but in fact the flam was able to use its power.

In other words, time can be returned, and it is possible to extinguish objects.

"Yeah, I was wondering if the origins would disappear, too, but it looks like it would stay that way. I don't know what to do."

"That's too many numbers to pin. How strong are you?

"Hmmm...... I didn't know exactly because he hit me too and I didn't use anything else"

Still, it's about my body, I know it to some extent.

Flam glanced at the kitchen and saw the liquor bottle placed there.

"For example, there's a liquor bottle over there, right?

"It's a bottle of alcohol."

"The one that's expensive enough to buy this house"

"Yep, eh!? What is that, and why is that alcohol here?!?

Eterna answered the confusing Flam question.

"So it's Flam's return anniversary. It's okay, 'cause even if it looks like this, I have money."

"Yo, make some rough money"

"Bad listening, earning it for real"

legalized medicinal herbs, rights to inventions, etc.

Eterna seems to be doing business extensively with something.

"I'm going to empty it anyway, so you can use it for a piece of flam"

"I can feel it..."

"On the contrary, if I don't do this, I don't think I can free anyone without my body."

Ink is right.

In fact, it was left in the kitchen because everyone was afraid to touch that bottle.

Even a man so called a brave man or a hero is vulnerable to large sums of money.

"Just in case, keep it in a bucket so it doesn't spill"

That being said, Eterna put a bottle in the barrel she removed from the shelf.

Now it is safe to overflow from the inside.

The distance between the flam and the bottle is a few meters.

She reached out and pointed her index finger at the bottle.

"I don't know if this will help..."

That said, bend your index finger gently.

Then the shock wave occurred, gooooooooooo! and sprayed on the faces of everyone on the spot.

And the top of the bottle was cut, like using a sharp blade.

That's all they cut.

He masterfully manipulated his powers and minimized the damage.

"Without a plana, we can do about this"

That is, only simple muscle strength.

The impact of the finger movement cut the bottle.

Only one mill kit shines his eyes as they are all dazzled.

And when you reach the flam,

"It's amazing, sir, it's cool!

Ha ha.

Flam is relieved that he was not pulled when he saw the power of human separation, embracing that body and shaking it together.

"Hey Flam, by the way, what happens if you use a plana?

"I think we can change the terrain around here."

The way I put it wrapped up in oblate, in short, about this city can be wiped out with a single blow.

"As long as Flam is around, I know the kingdom is cheap"

"I'm telling you, I'm not going to fight any more than I need to"

It's a different story if you wanted to use it because you had the power.

Anyway, Fram had the power of inversion, so he decided to throw himself into a tough fight.

It doesn't fit the busy eye that there was power, I know that better than anyone else.

"That being said, I don't think I'm gonna let go of your power as a hero."

"Then we'll just take Milkit and run as far as we can."

No one can catch up with the flam who runs away with all his might.

Rather, at the time of disobedience, it is impossible to stop her.

"Well, keep the noise to a point."

Saila interrupts the story and cuts off the disturbing air.

"Is that okay if I don't drink it?

And I loosened the bottle where the tip was turned down.

"Alcohol, what is it?"

"It doesn't mean you shouldn't drink anything."

There are no laws in this country that regulate drinking at age, not just for Eterna, Negas or Cyril.

Most of all, there was a widespread perception that it was not preferable for children to drink - but it was often ignored in celebratory seats like today's.

"I'm twenty, and I thought it was time for you to go through it"

"Cyril's your age."

Alcohol may also be used when making sweets.

It won't hurt to be able to drink it.

"What about Milkit?

"It's a celebration your husband's back, and you can't just not be in it"

Nothing flam has anything to do with booze, but it's Milkit that associates it there.

If she drinks, there's no way the Lord doesn't.

"Then I guess I'll try it too"

Honestly, a little resistant, but because it's the finest product available for me, it would also be rude to keep saying no.

"Would you like to have a drink, too, Serra?

"I'm not specifically forbidden..."

Neigus already had the glass in his hand.

The inviting sarah thinks with a crease between her eyebrows.

Then in her hand like that, half the glass was forced to press.

"Yes, and Sarah's share."

"Ink, you're getting on pretty well."

"Uh, 'cause it's expensive enough to buy a house? With this, if you're bad, you can make me and Eterna's room, right? That's what you drink."

When they said that, I also felt like it was a waste of time to refuse.

It is all the more so because it is usually Saila, who is only complaining.

And everyone holds a glass, and sights gather in the flam again.

'It's me again...' she glazed and raised her voice with a bitter laugh.

"Kanpa-yi!

That was - the beginning of chaos.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Why do your breasts just get sensitive and not big when they rub all you want every day? - Big, big, big, big!"

Saila sobbing as she said something terrible.

"I'm sorry, Saila, it's my fault. Because I didn't rub enough...... so take it off and rub it here and now!

Normal driving Negas.

"Ugh... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Arm, I got nagged...... ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, uh - hey!

Ink approaching Eterna with heavy wording if done.

"Yes, no, not like that... I just want to take care of the ink..."

Eterna.

"So I'm saying, well, if I can't replace Flam, I can be your mistress! You said Milkit would be fine!

"I told you then, that's to correct your ridiculous thoughts. Yikes! By and large, it's not like you can replace your husband!

"Then make me a mistress. Shit!

"I can't, Konnya!

And Milkit and Cyril arguing in a series of bomb statements.

One decent flam accidentally crushed the misery in front of him like this.

"How did this happen..."

It's not like I haven't even had a flam.

But I'm not drunk.

My body is slightly hotter, and it's not like the alcohol hasn't turned.

But the consciousness is clear, and the thought is calm itself.

Is it because of the status or is it in that shape again?

Tilt the little glass of flam as you look over at the party venue that turned into the hell of an annoying cry.

Then such approached her, Eterna, who managed to escape the ink.

"Hey, Sarah, hey, hey! Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You can do that, right? Ooh!?

"Let go...... Hiku, you guys are busy getting Negas to rub it! It's not gonna end like this, it's gonna grow, it's gonna be me!

"Hehe... Hehe... Saila's Careful Tits... Tits No...!

"I don't care. Ooh! Your arms are better than your arms! Woe to me, but instead, I want to rub Sarah's chest!

Apparently, the ink turned the subject involved into a sailor.

By the way, Milkitt and Cyril were still arguing, but Flam was doing everything in his power not to hear what it was about.

"Ha... ha... I can't believe this is happening..."

"I'm afraid of alcohol."

Smudging and crushing flam.

Eterna sighed loudly as she sat down beside her like that.

"But I think it's not just because I'm drunk, it's because we're all feeling so high"

"Because I'm back, is that it?

"Of course."

"When they say that, I was pulling a bit. Looks like I'm cold..."

"No, I don't think that's wrong"

Eterna was also deducted for the price.

I didn't expect to be disturbed so far with just one glass anymore.

Especially Negas, who, being an adult, didn't think she was so vulnerable to alcohol.

"By the way, Milkit and Cyril, what are you talking about"

"... because of all the things that have happened in the last four years"

Eterna with distant eyes.

I hadn't heard why yet, but it's odd to think that Cyril lives in this house.

Originally, she wasn't a resident here.

"Is that a good story to ask?

"I don't mind, because it's something we all know anyway"

How do we all know what happened between us?

With a bad feeling, Flam listens to Eterna.

"Four years ago, after we returned to the king's capital..."

◇ ◇ ◇

After the return of the heroes, the reconstruction of the Wang capital proceeded on a steep pitch.

It starts with the disposal of corpses where corruption proceeds with the highest priority.

In parallel, the removal of debris and the construction of makeshift dwellings by magic took place, and these were centered on the demons brought by the heroes from the north.

The people of the kingdom are still stained with negative images of the devil tribe, which also means a lot to erase them at all.

Fortunately, not all infrastructure, such as water and magic, died, thus allowing people to live at a relatively early stage.

The surviving people were on the verge of seeing the Wang Capital, where the majority had become more land, but they nevertheless vigorously cooperated in the reconstruction.

Because it makes you feel easier while you're moving your body.

Of course, some people took part in the reconstruction work in pure goodwill, but there is no doubt that many worked to support their hearts.

And it wasn't just the refugees who came back to King's Capital.

'I'll carry this wood, you guys need help over there!

Cyril said in a clear voice, he held up a bunch of marutai bare hands.

People cheer 'ooh'.

We were all brave enough to take part in the battle against Origin and to see Cyril working powdered to rebuild the King's capital, even if he saved the world.

Other than those who know the truth, by the way, the fact that she was being manipulated by Origin has not been conveyed.

I fought shoulder to shoulder with the Flams - that's all that's supposed to happen.

And when she finished carrying Marutai, she ran over to the mill kit where she would do the cookout.

"Good Luck, Milkit"

"Mr. Cyril, good luck. What can I do for you?

"Yeah, I thought you were trying."

"Oh, thank you"

Though after returning to the Wang capital, Cyril often became concerned about Milkit.

No one knows why that is, except Cyril himself.

Milkit also seems perplexed that some opponent of what he has spoken several times suddenly comes into contact with him with a sense of close distance.

But at this time, I hadn't thought deeply about what it meant.

Cyril - grew up as a very normal girl.

He lived as a farmer's daughter in a rural village similar to Flam's.

Just as she came happy with the help of her surroundings with zero status, Cyril, blessed with status, lived happily while helping her surroundings.

So you can't even be decent in this situation.

He was chosen as a brave man.

But she didn't have anyone to support her, like Milkit.

In the first place, being chosen was in itself an Origin trap.

The people I trusted were also enemies.

If I realized it, my freedom was taken from my body, too, and I was trying to kill my dear friend.

When I woke up, I didn't see any friends who helped themselves with their lives.

Cyril can no longer tolerate her existence.

Don't be forgiven, people like this, who only bother others because they exist - and so on.

So let's be flam (...) (...).

He saved people by replacing his disappeared friends, and tried to turn away from the existence of himself.

That's why I approached Milkit.

It replaces the flam, because that means being the lord of the mill kit.

Cyril couldn't have figured it out, such as how wrong means it was.

There was no longer room left to think about it.

Cyril tried to recreate the image of the flam in her.

Most of all, it was a fairly beautified imagination, as Milkit, for example, deified about Flam - but he became such a hero, brave, kind, reaching out to all those in need.

People rejoiced.

After all, the brave man was a brave man, and she was our hero.

On the other hand, as the noise called Cyril (...) fades from within Cyril, she tries to narrow her distance from Milkit.

"If you have any problems, rely on me."

'Cause I'll protect Milkit'

'It's all right now, I won't let anyone hurt Milkit. As your husband...'

Cyril was probably broken.

And there was no one to notice that.

Because everyone was desperate to heal the destroyed world in front of them.

◇ ◇ ◇

That's all I heard, Flam held his head.

"Cyril, that's it... no, it sounds like Cyril, I wonder"

Now that I seem to be back on track, I wonder what inspired me to get myself back.

But with Flam, I might have noticed the mistake a little sooner.

At least, I shouldn't have tried to replace Flam.

"So what happened to the two of you after that?

What Eterna told us is only the process.

I have yet to hear the results of why Milkit and Cyril have come to the status quo.

As she sighed loudly, she narrowed her eyes and looked at the two of them, answering blushing.

"Milkit punched Cyril"

Flam gives a decent look to the unexpected development.

"... to?

Finally, there was a distracted voice.

It was such a shock.

I was wondering if that heart-warming mill kit, such as hitting Cyril - could that happen?

"In front of the public, I punched him in the face with a goo punch"

But I guess I'll have to take it as a fact more than Eterna has repeated so.

Cyril was brilliant and stepped on the biggest mine for Milkit.

While Flam was gone, I would have cared to fill the wounds in my heart - or so I should have.

"For Milkit, Flam is a sanctuary, so to speak. Her favor is affection, but also close to faith. Cyril's act was a blasphemy to God"

"God... you sure love him so much, though. I don't think he exists in my place."

It is not a puffiness, it is an accurate analysis.

Milkit undoubtedly has a stronger love for Flam than anyone else in the world.

And Flam also falls into the depths of himself every day so that he can love Milkit at all in order to respond to that thought.

"Cyril was overdoing it. But maybe if I didn't, Cyril herself was crushed and broken by guilt."

"What happened to Cyril after she was beaten?

"Six months pulled"

"It's spectacular..."

Perhaps we should rather praise the fact that we were able to revive in six months.

Anyway, the flam that could forgive Cyril didn't exist in the world at that time.

"If I could have told you, 'It's not Cyril's fault,' would it have been a little different?"

In fact, with that word, Cyril would have been quite saved.

"You should have thought more about it. Before you fight Origin, leave a letter for Cyril, or you should put it into words and tell her the last time you regain consciousness."

"That's the place"

Eterna said as she looked at the flam with jito eyes.

"Huh?"

"It depends on Cyril and Milkit because Flam turns such kindness"

"Really?

"It's extra bad around unconscious. I'll tell you what, Flam's not as normal a girl as he thinks he is."

If only there wasn't a battle - and Fram has said it like a cliché.

But subtracting it, Eterna feels that she has strayed far enough from her normal course.

"That's because of Milkit. Because she was here, I couldn't do it until I got back here."

"So that. Normally you can't force someone important, and you should be hitting the wall of limits sooner"

Still, she tried to move forward by cutting her own body and life.

It was with such a strong will that we reached God.

"Is that enough to say?"

"Yeah, as much as I say"

Eterna answers instantly with a snort.

Even so, Flam is still unconvinced.

Instead, in her case - you don't want to admit it extra because you have a strong desire to 'live normally no longer'.

Peace is fine, normal is fine, I don't need anything heroic or powerful.

Just as long as you stay next door to someone important.

"Well, but that's only when we were fighting, too. Flam Apricot is a very normal, growing girl there today!

I assure you, Flam, Eterna is skeptical of 'what do you think'.

In the first place, no matter how you feel, I don't think it's normal to raise your status by a million.

"Either way, I just made a normal appeal and it's pointless"

"Why is that?

"The content of the two stories, you'd think it would be strange if you heard them"

"Milkit and Cyril's, is it?

Once again, Flam's gaze turned towards Cyril and Milkit.

Saila, Negas, Ink, Ink. It's noisy in the room, so if you're not conscious, you can't hear the conversation between the two of them arguing somehow.

"Milkit thinks Flam's vessel is so small that I can't be his mistress!?

"Oh, I don't think... I think your husband's vessel is big enough that you can't fill it as much as I do!

"Then!

"But!"

"I don't know!

"Which is it, thief cat!

Flam's cheek pulls.

It should be noted that the brain refused to understand the reward of words that flew too diagonally, even though it knew what words meant.

"... what's a mistress?

"When Cyril was pulling, there was this guy who said to brave that kid, 'When you get back, you just have to be your mistress or whatever'"

It's a hell of a guy.

"Who is it, the guy!

Let yourself be angry and stand up flam.

Then Eterna quietly pointed to one woman.

"He."

It is Negas.

If you don't even ask me right now, and brave Flam.

But just before moving forward, the movement stopped perfectly.

Negas somehow keeps rubbing Saila's arms with her vain eyes.

“Oh, this doesn't make sense," Fram sensed instinctively, sitting calmly.

"I'll pursue it later"

"Wise judgment"

She is no longer sane.

Is the power of alcohol horrible?

"Nevertheless... even though there's a difference in physique, why did we all get so drunk? I can't believe anyone who isn't used to it is going to be like that even Mr. Neigus..."

"Alcohol content, 10%"

"I don't know, but I'm not particularly strong, am I?"

"Yeah, not enough to make everyone that crazy in about a glass"

"More and more..."

The flam looks at the bottle where the upper part was cut, placed on the table.

The paper label wrapped around the middle of it said "Noble Anzu”.

"The noble Anzu......"

"What's wrong with that?

"Me, you have something to do with Anzu, don't you? And Kimyra was based on Anzu."

"The curse of Anzu? No way."

"But this tragedy..."

It seems uncomfortable without even calling it a curse.

No, the truth is, they're all simply vulnerable to alcohol.

Keep it up, Flam looking at the five noisy people.

I stared at him for a while, but when I pulled my strength out of my shoulder and exhaled heavily on the sieve, I smiled white.

"Whatever it is, I'm glad Kirill's feeling better!

"Oh, I escaped reality"

After this, the party ended safely, although there was noise.

Ultimately down with a glass, Flam takes Cyril, Saila and Neigus, who slept to fall, to the room and futons them.

Ink was transported to his room by Eterna.

He looked somewhat difficult when I held him up, but it's going to be after tomorrow to ask what's going on with the relationship between the two of them.

Finally, Flam holds the mill kit and returns to his room.

My tear glands seemed to loosen unexpectedly in the nostalgic room I hadn't been back in a long time.

As many beds as one, the interior hasn't changed.

Sleeping a happy dreaming mill kit in her arms on that bed, Flam sits on the edge and gently strokes that hair.

"What happy dreams are you having?

She was laughing.

I don't know what my dreams are about, but what I can definitely say is, I guess there's a flam there.

Because happiness for her is that Fram is next door.

"I wanted to take the bandage off if I could, but that's tomorrow."

Nothing. Flam could have taken it off on his own, but that's a sort of ritual, if it's because of you, it's good when the mill kit is awake.

"Good night, Milkit"

Saying so and mouthing lightly on his lips, Flam crept next to the mill kit.

Then nature and her arms tangle around her body.

Are you instinctively looking for flam?

Unexpectedly smiling, leaving herself to that warmth, she lets go of consciousness.

I can stay up at night without a thing.

And then there's the morning of nothing.