After a long, noisy day, Luciel could only sigh and smile helplessly. He dropped a glowing red stone into the large wooden tub, and steam hissed as the water warmed to the perfect temperature for a bath.
"Alright," he said, waving at the two girls covered in dust and sweat. "Both of you—bath time. Go wash up before dinner's all ruined."
The girls hesitated, but one look at his expression made them dart for the tub. They'd been running around all day, and their faces, arms, even their hair were streaked with dirt and dried sweat.
As they disappeared behind the curtain, Luciel rubbed his temples and muttered, "You've got to reverse their thinking slowly."
People without skills couldn't live well even if they wanted to—but once you had the ability, wasn't it stupid not to use it?
He shook his head, then looked toward the flickering firelight. "Might as well fry the tea while they're busy."
