"What do you mean?
I asked Camilla. You're not really a host.
"Thanks to Marc, I've decided to use the rooftop as a customer service, but now I may not have enough snacks to offer in the store. My kitchen is small."
Speaking of snacks at night shops, are they dried, fried, or fruit? Certainly fruit is not very well preserved, and it will take time to make fried food.
"That's why I want you to store the snack I made earlier in the item box. Can you do me a favor?
So you're using me instead of the vault. Hmm, I don't feel like letting only the item box fit... As I put my arms together and thought about it a little, Gil looked at me with both hands together. I saw that earlier.
I'm glad Gil took care of you. And recently, Nicolas is getting stressed out of cooking practice...
"Okay, I'll help you. Instead, if my sister says she wants to go with me, can I bring her?
I'm afraid of the aftermath if I don't invite Nicolas to such an event.
"Sister? That's all right! Thank you, Marc!
Camilla hugged me, lifted me, and circled around on the spot. It felt very good when it was soft and smelled good, but Pamela's eyes that entered the edge of her vision were kind of cold.
While being held by Camilla for a while, I said what I forgot to say when I calmed down.
"If you're going out later, you need to get permission from your parents, but maybe you'll be okay."
"Oh, that's right. I also need your parents' permission. I think that's the most difficult question... are you okay?
I nodded a lot. Camila looks worried, but given the trend so far, her permission will be easy to get down. I don't know if it's a bumpy bar or something, but it's a store that Gil knows.
As the conversation came to an end, Gil clasped his mouth.
"I'm really sorry I'm relying on you this time. Sorry about that. I need you to make three of the same tables on the rooftop. Can you do me a favor?
Yes, of course. I think this is your chance to repay the favor you've always taken care of.
After agreeing to create the table, Camilla dropped it off, and then headed for the roof. Pamela is interested, too, and we go up the stairs together.
"Oh, can Pamela go home now?
"Yeah, I'd like to see it."
I heard that voice behind my back. My magic looks good. I can't help it.
Arrived at the rooftop. The table I made earlier was placed in the middle. Pointing to the table, he asks.
"Mr. Camilla, should the height and design of the table be exactly the same as that?
"Yeah, it's okay."
It would be easier if there were an example. When I made three tables, Pamela, who had seen my magic for the first time, touched the freshly made table and listened.
"Hey, Mark, how can you use magic so well?
"That's right, practicing a lot of magic every day... And maybe you should go to church school and study a lot."
I answered with my hands on my chin so as to be a little embarrassed. Pamela looked a little embarrassed.
"Really....."
I just murmured. Hmm, maybe one more push? Camilla was also looking at Pamela with interest.
So, Mr. Camilla. When am I supposed to come next?
"I cook all the dishes on the light of the day before the visit, so you can come the night before and after."
Light day. Then....
"Ohon, would you like to stop by the church school on Sunday? But I may not know the way from church to here."
I coughed it up deliberately and told Camilla. Then Camilla raised her voice in trouble.
"Then we'll need a guide from the church school. Ah, do you have a kid who can help you?
So they stared at Pamela. I'm sure Pamela knows what we're talking about. Lie down slightly, then lift your face up with your hands on your chest.
"Mark, will you protect me if anything happens?
We need to respond well to the brave kid.
"Of course."
That's what makes me laugh.
"Mom, I want to go to school again."
Pamela showed Camilla her will with determined eyes.