Walking into the Alchemy Workshop's living quarters... it probably counts as a living area. There's a dining table, a kitchen, and Palmer's favorite fridge, with the aroma of food wafting through the air, the constant clanging sounds, and people bustling around, fiddling with pots and pans.
Teda sat at the head of the dining table, picking up a knife and fork, slicing the sausage on the plate. Opposite Teda was an empty chair, with Bologue seated on it.
"How did you sleep?" Teda asked.
"Pretty well."
After a week of interaction, Bologue was less reserved, blending into the environment.
"That's good."
Aimou's voice sounded as she approached with a tray, placing breakfast on the table in front of Bologue.
"Did you make this?"
Bologue glanced at the food on the plate, then at Aimou, who was dressed like a chef, wearing an apron.
"Uh-huh." Aimou nodded.
