Today is the Vow Festival, and everyone has gathered on the streets for the carnival or is attending various parties. The restaurant is pathetically empty, with Bologue sitting in the corner, several empty plates in front of him.
"How does it taste?"
Bologue wiped his lips and asked.
"Not bad, not bad, it's really delicious." Aimou was extremely satisfied.
She was overjoyed, but Bologue was feeling uncomfortable. Usually, he would eat very lightly in the evening, but at Aimou's insistence, he felt as if he had just participated in a competitive eating contest.
"Can I have a bit more?" Aimou whispered, "I want to try that."
"No! I can't eat anymore." Bologue sternly refused.
"Then... how about some wine?"
Aimou was curious about everything, and the first thing she did when entering the restaurant was to order every dish on the menu.
"In a way, you're only three years old, aren't you?" Bologue retorted, "Minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol."
