Dili, sitting in her chair, stared at the bottle of candy she had brought home as a souvenir of the inspection. Though I'm glad you liked me so much, if you seem to be watching all that, I guess you can't help but think that you could do a little of my opponent as well.

"So much, you like candy?

"Yeah. People's lives feel like this candy candy."

"... with candy?

"Various colors, different flavors. I felt the same way about people's lives being diverse."

"Look at the candy. I don't know if you've thought about that for a second. Candy will not move on its own."

But you don't have to say that. Dillie would understand.

After a moment, I don't think you might be thinking of anything different as you look at it, nor do I particularly think of it.

"What's wrong?

"That, if you don't want to eat, can I have it?

"Huh?"

"Wouldn't it be funny if they took dilly for all the candy treats?

"What kind of way to be jealous, that is. Candy is not a person."

With that said, Dili also opened the lid of the bottle and offered it to me. When I threw one into the interview in my hand, the sweet taste spread quickly. Enjoying the flavor, Dili groaned pompously.

"There was something called a drop of candy like this."

"Yeah?"

"And words like leaving and falling, I sometimes used that. I remember that."

I can't see the story any more. That's what I think, Dillie grinned.

"Don't tell me any more"

"You're gonna stop talking to me a lot where I'm concerned."

Still seemed like too much fun, so I didn't pursue it in depth either.

I don't know what it is, but for Dillie now, that's something I've already solved, and yet now I'm satisfied and happy, because if I look at that look, I know it.

I thought asking would get in the way of it, trying to protect that look, which seemed so.