On the other side.
Nora was having breakfast with the Old Lady.
"Grandma, how's the breakfast today? I made it myself! The butler got sick and went home, otherwise we could have had his cooking."
Old Madame Lynwood maintained her kind smile and chuckled, "I've had the butler's dishes for decades and I'm quite tired of them. Your cooking is much better, Nora."
Nora feigned a shy smile, "Grandma!"
Then she placed a piece of fatty meat onto the Old Lady's plate, "Grandma, if you like it, have more. Grandma, you rest tonight, and we'll go to the beach tomorrow."
Such an old hag, I just ordered a table full of takeout for you, and you really thought I'd cook for you? Who gave you that face?
The Old Lady looked a bit disappointed, "Alright, how about we leave after breakfast?"
Nora's smile was awkward, her expression somewhat displeased, "Grandma, I have a small matter to handle. Can we leave tomorrow instead, please?"
