What Mr. Gill brought me was simple porridge. You've been sleeping for a few days, haven't you? Let's start with a meal like this, right? Something reminds me of when Gil picked it up... a wonder I felt quite a while ago, even though it wasn't that long ago.
But it has more vegetables in it than it did then. It must be pumpkins that are turning yellow. It's more sweet and delicious!
"Leoporto, the chef, made me a special menu for you."
"To"
You're so sweet to the head chef...! Sorry to keep you busy, but I'm so happy! By the way, Mr. Gill says he's done already because breakfast time is a little over. Physically, is it about 9: 00 a.m. or something?
"You want to go say thank you later?
"Get out of my way - then I would love to go!
"Okay. I'll go get the dishes back, too, so it won't be a problem."
I remember it in the dishes. Didn't someone make this dish or a chair for personal use or something with special specifications?
"Um, what if I could... I also wanted to thank the people who made me dishes and chairs..."
"Hmm. That's Carter and Maille. You'll be fine. Let's head after the dining room."
"Thanks - Grandpa!
I'm late, but you want to thank me properly! My plans for today are to say hello! We need to eat well for that.
If I decided so, and in a mood, I ate the porridge beautifully until the last drop. Ouch!
After the meal, I had a subtle brewed Leki herbal tea with Mr. Gill, and when I calmed down, it was time to change first! There was a change of clothes on the pillow that someone had prepared for me, folded and placed, so I change into it.
... I'd like to change? Trying to take off the clothes you've been wearing? But it stopped when I lifted my hands and rolled them up.
Because it hurts everywhere. I can't do anything more, I can't take it off! With a banzai, I could not get my head through my clothes and imagined myself now with a pounding belly round out. Ma, too dumb......!
"Ugh! Ugh!"
"... should I take it off?
"Oh, please...!
What a shame to play! If you only heard the dialogue, it would be a haunting development! Let cool handsome people say such a dialogue, etc! But it's actually a pretty dumb picture, it's sad!
I was awfully embarrassed, but I was stripped of my clothes by Mr. Gill's hand. A pungent belly in underwear for children with no color or snag...... oh yeah. You're not shy.
"It would be hard to wear. Help."
"Please, I did..."
Let's give up on something already...... I wanted at least a scratch to be on my side that made me laugh thoughtfully. Dull.
Thanks to Mr. Gill, I finished dressing immediately. But along the way, I'm a little sore, so I also popped up an eighteen forbidden dialogue when I was bad at things like "su, sorry" and "try not to hurt as much as I can..." Thank you for your ear reward!
With all that soaking up, we're finally headed to the dining room. My outfit of the day is in an easy-going piece that cared for my body. A graceful silhouette made of light yellow green chiffon... but when I wear it, none of it is graceful or sexy, is it?
My chest is rubberized and my shoulder straps are thin. So I'm weaving a five-minute long cardigan of the same material on top. Shorter length makes it great not to inhibit movement either! The foot had cute, easy-to-wear sandals available under the bed. It is perfect coordination. Who the hell prepared it for me? Anyway, he looks like Neffrey or Fu, so maybe it's Mr. Shrier.
I'm ready to leave the infirmary like this. If it's true, I'd also like to hold my own dishes...... I could accidentally drop them because of severe muscle aches. Mr. Gill, who drew such circumstances, held the dishes for me.
"It's rehab. Have yourself walked."
"Ahhh!
Of course it is! I thought you weren't going to have me carry you in a hug or anything.
"... but if you can't, say it"
But Mr. Gill's Parent Idiot Activated! Or are the others largely too kind to say parental idiots? If you do this too much, you'll be a child who can't do anything.
That? Then kids grow up pretty spoiled here, right? Still, it's strange that not everyone is wagamama or grandeur. If you grow up spoiled, like this, you don't grow up helpless?
In fact, don't ever be sweet on this continent when you grow up! Maybe there's a custom of being bogged down or baptized like that. Imagine that, I shuddered all the time. Ugh, yeah. It's just an imagination!... but let's not get too used to warm water, what a thought.
"... are you okay"
"Hey, Jabba, Rushu!
Me going down the road in an even slower but more relaxing slow pace. Walking with your hands on the wall is still a serious patient. I'm so sorry that the wrong people look worried or try to give me a hand. But you've got to try and do it yourself!
"Ha, hu... Chiu!
When I reached the dining room, my body was relaxed and it was a lot easier to move. That's a child. It's resilient.
But it doesn't change the pain, and I was tired as if I had climbed the mountain even though it was supposed to be close there, so I just sat in a nearby chair and let him take a break. You have to keep your breathing ready to say hello to the chef!
"Meg."
Mr. Gill just called me when he was ready to breathe. Next to Mr. Gill is Mr. White Bearded Grandpa. Because I have a cock hat on my head. I thought you were the chef? I head to the two of you as soon as I can with a painful body. Oh, I'm sorry, I can't move any faster, because I'm still in a hurry with this!
"You don't have to rush it, young lady. I'm listening to you."
You must have figured out that I was only in a hurry for feelings. Grandpa said that to me with a gentle smile on his face full of wrinkles. Oh, sweet!
"Cook a little?
"Bye. Non is Leoporto. Call me Grandpa Leo."
"Leo Chi! It's Meg! Rocchiko, please!
When I greeted her well, she stroked her head. Ugh. But I guess he's actually a very tough guy because he's about the head chef. I can't imagine it from this gentle figure.
"Meg. Leo's the head chef now, but he's actually planning on retiring soon"
Huh... what? I could say hello like this because of you, and you're about to say goodbye? I wonder why...... retired at my age, or something. I find it endless to wonder how much time this man lived in this country where long living races come together.
When I was stuck thinking about that, Grandpa Leo gave in to me to look at me. I was strangely attracted to those eyes that were kind of what my grandson would see, feeling something I miss.