Flossie Wright nodded slightly and affirmed, "I trust you."
After a pause, Flossie tentatively asked, "What if it's a failure?"
"I'll join you in eating it," Hutchinson replied offhandedly.
"..."
So, if she hadn't asked, he was planning not to eat?
Her mouth twitched slightly, and Flossie silently continued to rub in the salt.
It wasn't supposed to be a major project.
But —
In Flossie's hands, it indeed became a momentous project.
Hutchinson watched from the side, his expression shifting from calm to stiff, and then to gloomy, progressing in clear stages.
Meanwhile, Flossie, focused intently on rubbing the salt, didn't notice the changes in his expression.
It wasn't until she had rubbed all 10 grams of salt onto it that Flossie sensed something was amiss in the atmosphere.
"Flossie."
Hutchinson's voice came unexpectedly.
"Hmm?"
Instinctively looking up, Flossie responded.
