"Hello, Mr. Rice"
And, since it's a corner, I reply flatly as usual, and it's a care or something ~, I say the words in my gaze.
"I take care of you every time, and this much."
With that said. "Still, it's more and more beautiful if you polish it, Shalaluka," he said. He smiles at the moon knife on the cloth with a wandering gaze that is what he is talking about.
I kind of tend to forget it because there are a lot of thick people... I get the feeling that it's common or standard, Mr. Rice. But there's this part, and I keep a slight eye out. He's a classy, commonsense, middle-aged, beautifully shaped Rice, but he's actually quite a boutique skier, too, he said.
If you think it's blurry, speaking of which, his man stops at the foreground.
"Belle's going to the flower festival, too?
And I've been waving that story.
"Oh, yes. I got a ticket to the inn where I stayed, so I thought I'd join you."
Actually, you don't really know what kind of festival it is, do you?
If you keep talking like that.
He said, "Really?," he muttered, "Do you want to sit here for a little while, if you don't mind?," he pointed to a nearby location.
I still had the food I bought at the stall in my hand, so I'll explain while I was eating, thanks for the offer. When I salute the spear, excuse me, and I sit back.
"According to what I heard from the village chief's wife..."
Flower festivals, of course, take place in this village, but as another important place, use nearby hills. You think it's a lesson to pick colorful flowers that blossom in a field called Krawa Hill and present them to men from women on festival days?
Well, in short, could it be the Valentine's atmosphere in the previous world? If you listen to me thinking, boulders come from a fantastic world. Hill flowers picked that day will have a strange effect, he said.
If they give you the hope of a safe journey, you can come home safely, or something. May the fever go down quickly, then the next day it will be healed. Please hang out with me, but it has come true… when the flowers of the hills became used as silent confessions from women to men.
"That's why I thought it would be the perfect festival for Belle."
I feel a little embarrassed when I close with that.
Different worlds version of Valentine... and if you are an official participant...
Even I could give you a flower or something... well, forgive me... maybe?
and.
"If the morning sun rises and the flowers are colored, it seems that the festival begins"
Feel free to join in and get a gentle grin.
Right! Me, I'll try! And if I don't feel up to it, I also feel kind of bad.
"Thanks for the info! Then I, I'm going to go take a look down!
He scratched the noodles he was eating in the shade, and followed them in the shade of the tree.