Not long before Crewe travels to an experiential school in Vealton City.
One day, I was talking about the Sputnik jewelry store.
"Mail."
A little before noon at the time. It was the postman I knew who visited the Sputnik jewellery store that day.
Oh, I'm here. I'm here.
Sputnik, sitting at the counter, stood up snuggly. What I signed and received is a small box. Sputnik ordered it the other day. There was someone who was just waiting for me and loosened his expression, but didn't miss it.
It is an employee crew. He stopped waving and stopped looking at things that were suspicious.
"What is it, what is it? What did you get?"
"Things that don't concern you"
"Which woman is it from?"
"Where do you remember those words?
I'm also angry that I'm still being misunderstood, so I decided to show him what's in it. Place the box on the counter and release the cutter to unpack.
When I opened the lid of the box that came out, there was a line of
"It's a shiny, bright white, mandarin"
"Pearl."
As ordered, the quality big pearls were well lined up.
The ornament that the customer ordered this time was made with pearls. I searched the processing room inventory but didn't have anything that fit the design, so I picked it up, but everything that arrived was scratch-free, sized, and easy to process delicacies. Sputnik's cheek also has a garlic and a grin.
Speaking of which. Sputnik, uh, saw Crewe's face.
"You don't seem to spit out pearls, either."
Krew looked at the ceiling as he remembered. Think for a while, Kakun, and my neck bends to the side.
"Well, maybe I've never thrown up."
I don't know how the jewels that are thrown out of Crewe's mouth are made, but not spitting pearls may be proof left that she is not a shellfish.
To make such a joke, Crewe tilted his neck.
"What do you mean?
"There are two shells like you in the world."
Although I will answer briefly, it still seems strange, so I shall explain it in a little more detail.
"Okay. Pearls, unlike common gems, are not something you mine from somewhere… simply put, they are made in some kind of shellfish body. When I open the shellfish, it's in here."
"Oh my God."
When I looked my hands over the shell and explained to him with a gesture to open, Crewe rounded his eyes.
"But you've never spit pearls."
"So it turns out that Ku is not shellfish."
"Right."
"Good for you."
"Right."
It's quite painful just to explain the joke, so I hope you don't get it right.
But it seemed important to Crewe. He wraps his cheeks with both hands and insists that Ku is a human being.
Then you're also going to be imitating kelp, shaking your whole body with twisted threads.
"Because Ku wants to marry a human man, not a shellfish"
"Right."
"Oh, but Ku, don't worry, if Mr. Sputnik is shellfish, he will always be on Mr. Sputnik's side."
"I don't plan to move to shellfish at the moment."
Though I don't think it will last forever.
Take the box and transport it to the gemstone processing room. Did you even remember how close you were to the pearl, and Crewe followed you. I don't have any visitors at the moment, and I wouldn't mind making it somewhat handy.
Put the box on your desk. He seemed to like it so much that Crewe peered into the box again.
"What accessories do you make with this?"
"Incredible requests are coming for rings, a grain necklace, and piercings. Stock or process and sell the remaining pearls, and think later"
I took out a bunch of designs I had left on the shelf and placed them with the box. There are other designs that I wanted to try using good pearls.
Now, how was it appropriate to store it with pearls? I took the book out of the shelf, and it did say it should have been written around here, turning the page with the hit on it.
"Um, uh, Mr. Sputnik"
Called first name.
Looking back. Crewe, with his face up from the box, was looking at this one.
"Yeah?"
"Are shellfish people making pearls at sea?
"Shellfish Man"
To that expression, I imagine a creature with an adult male body stuck to two shells. With a shellfish head and a muscular figure from the neck down, he opened his legs shoulder-width and put his hands on his hips, stretched his chest, and insisted on his presence in Sputnik's head. I feel bad for being modest.
I wonder how Crewe understood the shellfish thing about making pearls. It could have been bad for Sputnik to make a new job and joke. I didn't make any corrections because it's troublesome even though I'm sure it's wrong.
Her question now is whether the shellfish that make the pearls are in the sea or not. That's all.
"... sure, right. I don't think it was freshwater. I think I heard a little while ago that experiments were going on to build aquaculture farms in the ocean and mass produce them."
"Shellfish people are in the ocean"
"Stop saying that."
It's like a nightmare I see the day I get sick.
"Oh well. Sea shellfish make gems."
Smudge and Crewe said.
Although not all shellfish in the sea make pearls, so it is not generally true. That's not what Crewe cared about, apparently.
What followed was the kind of question that Sputnik bothered with the answer.
"If so, is Ku's father and mother in the sea?"
"... I don't know"
Sputnik couldn't imagine what kind of answer Krew was looking for at that time. So that's how I had to wind up in smoke while pretending to be reading a book.
"If so, what do we do?
"Hmm."
Returning a question to the question, Krew put his arms together, closed his eyes and roared.
"I think the winter sea is cold, so I just want to go home in the summer"
In addition to my thoughts, I received a realistic answer.
At the end of the day, he didn't mean his parents, apparently, a question that had deep meaning. Stealing, Crewe was laughing relaxed, looking at the pearl.
"One day you'll find your father and mother, and so, if your father and mother were shellfish people, then, every time you go home, you'd come back with a lot of pearls for a souvenir."
In that case, I would also like to ask for a coral - but I recall that there are other things in the ocean that I can enjoy.
What's in the ocean isn't just fun as a jeweler. Yes, sir.
"Seafood, too, please. Crab or something."
"Right! Fish, shrimp, and more..."
Krew, who points to the happiness of the sea. But along the way, Crewe seems to have noticed that there is. Ha, see Sputnik like he was bounced. The eyes were shaking anxiously.
Chrew's worries. I had some anticipation, but I knew it.
"Can you feed me, shellfish"
"I don't know."
Does co-eating exist in the food culture of shellfish people?
"Um, I, I like tomato pasta with lots of clams,"
"I don't know."
"I like Ajillo, too."
"Fine."
"I also like to cook them in nets and eat them with salt and lemon where they open,"
"That'll suit the booze again."
"I also like to bake butter. Whoa!
"I'm in trouble."
Since then, Krew has an unwanted concern about how to get shellfish (tentative) parents to acknowledge shellfish dishes.
Eventually, watching Krew start whining about his insanity, "If you let shellfish people eat shellfish once too, they'll know how good shellfish tastes," Sputnik laughed, hiding his face in the book, saying that this guy's life seemed to have endless troubles and utter fun.
So.
I didn't realize it at the time, but it was a flush.
The clock buzzed in the morning under the pillow and Sputnik woke up.
I had a dream. It's a everyday dream at a jewelry store that I don't love.
Why, only today, did I dream like that?
"I wonder why..."
The answer was somewhat, I knew, as I spoke to myself to delude myself in bed.
We talked about the day Crewe's parents would find him, what if. When I returned home, I laughed imagining I'd be back with lots of souvenirs, and worried about setting my imagination, the usual two, everyday.
What Sputnik thought when he woke up from his dream was not about designing ornaments with pearls. A creature called Shellfish exists in the world or not.
What Crewe said in his dream, too naturally.
Crewe, who met her family, gave her many pearls when she returned home and received a souvenir.
"... take it and 'I'll be back', what is it?"
Not where my real parents are, but this jewelry store, he said, is where I should go.
One yawn. To clarify his blurred vision, Sputnik rubbed his eyes.
It's employee Crewe's, travel day.