Labyrinth Restaurant

"I just bought it."

Time returned home inside the elf, far from the labyrinth city, with a cup of cardboard boxes and handbags in both hands. Whether your luggage is heavy or your feet flutter from time to time.

"Welcome back, I'm ready for tea."

"Welcome back"

"Well, it was."

Time's parents and sister Lime welcomed him by opening the door. Time walked into the house with a fluttering foothold and gently placed his luggage on the table for meals.

"I've bought as much as I can hold of it for now. That's not enough."

The identity of the large baggage Thame had bought was such a large quantity of treats that it was likely to be more than ten kilos in total.

Chocolate in cake, pie, tart, soufflé, pudding, jelly and ice cream. The result of buying allowances or depending on the end I came up with was an awesome amount.

"Are you all right?

"Dad, what's okay?

"Money"

"Oh, I'm fine. Never mind."

The life of an elf living in the woods has no cash income whatsoever because it consists almost exclusively of self-sufficiency. As a result, the cost of these treats is fully timed.

Even elves who are oblivious to their financial senses know that sweets made with sugar are a luxury product. As a father, I guess I got worried my daughter might be forced to. I'm glad you bought it on purpose for yourself, which is not a good place for a lot of people, but it seems like a complicated mood as if you've also become my daughter's hippo.

But Tim laughed and flushed his father's worries. The treats I bought this time in the first place are not as expensive as my father would imagine, and now I can afford my nostalgia thanks to my recent large job.

"Well, if you don't hurry, I can do it."

"Whoa, you're right. Let's eat then."

"Yes, you can arrange the plates and cups."

"Okay."

It's important that the ice cream melts while you're talking. Lyme warned of a sense of crisis in the figure of her sister and father, who spoke at length, and once again the same consciousness returned to the mountain of sweets.

"Sort of nice!

"Oh."

When I opened the lid of the box, a number of brilliant treats peeked into my face and my mother cheered. Strawberries and blueberries on top of fruit tarts look like gems reflecting the sunlight coming in through the window, and curiosity is tickled by puffy, trembling pudding and jelly. My family also found that my father's unsolicited reply, "Oh," was more tense than usual.

"I've met you too."

On the other hand, Lyme, who was taken by her sister several times to the city for a treat, is trying to look calm even in front of the glittering treat...... but her long ears are moving up and down with tingling. Word counts remain low, but it seems to be firmly tense.

Lime's gaze is poured into ice cream in thin metal containers. It is cooled with ice for cold storage, but I have learned before that if I don't eat it quickly, it will melt, and I remember its flavor well. You may lose your share if you don't secure it early.

"It's delicious."

"Right."

I even use mint ice cream, which I ate before and didn't fit my mouth, to a brain play that I subtly recommend to my father. This reduces the number of things that you are not comfortable with and increases the likelihood that you will be able to eat more of what you prefer in that gap. No matter how much family, benevolence is useless in this setting. He was showing a single scale of a bad girl who was slightly seven years old and took a man by the hand.

"Glad you bought it"

The thyme throws the almond-filled chocolate into his mouth, looking delightfully at his family eating sweets looking delicious. Eating alone is delicious, of course, but eating differently with your family like this. Even if my share is reduced, if my family is happy, I'm happy with it...

"Oh, Mother! Keep my share of apple pie, too!

"Eh, I can always eat thyme, and I thought I'd be filial here, right?

"That's not what I'm talking about!

No matter, that couldn't be enough to satisfy me, and I was going to participate in a contest for sweets that would increase the intensity of time.