"Of-of course...hehehe...."
Celeste, with no clue who Adil is, melted into the compliment. "Uncle Demond still was the same...ah, just paired with two delicious-looking dumplings."
"Freeze that mouth of yours, or I'll do it for you." The Witch chortled.
"Can't blame me~being absolved me of all responsibilities!" Celeste held a bear (the bartender reluctantly brewed) and raised it high. "Cheers for Uncle Demond! You finally find yourself...a...well, two women! Yeah! Never in your 80 years of life, old man!"
"This brat..."
A Dragon held back her chuckle, the Witch's fingertip glowed an aggressive blue.
"Hm..." The hooded 911 blinked as she examined Celeste. "An...elf?"
"In the flesh, yes!" Celeste dunked the mug before blurping. "Surprised that you know! Wanna see my ears? We are kinda of a lost species for a long time~"
991 glanced away. "No, thank you."
"Aw~and here I thought I could find someone to brag to again..."
