With a broom and a mop in either hand, Mari entered the annex and ran to the kitchen, where Sarah was enjoying a full afternoon tea dessert spread.
"Miss! Miss!" Mari abandoned the broom and the mop in the hallway and held the edge of the dining table. "There's a rumor about Sir Hajin, Miss!"
"We know," the 'Sir Hajin' in question rolled his eyes, prompting the little lamb to pause and blink in surprise.
"Huh?"
Sarah chuckled over Hajin's homemade madeline and explained. "We heard it from the bug you planted, silly."
"Oh, right!" Mari snapped her fingers and nodded innocently, before turning toward Hajin who was kind enough to provide a glass of iced tea for her. "But is that true, Sir? You're a young master?"
"I'm not," Hajin replied dryly. "I was indeed made of his seed, but I'm not a young master or whatever."
"Huh? Oh..." Mari blinked slowly again, digesting the contradictory statement until her brain clicked on the drama-like substance. "Oh!"
