"Ding."
The doorbell rang.
Everybody who was waiting expectantly widened their eyes and looked toward the door.
"It must be Father!" Amy was the first to jump up and skip to the door. She leaped up and grasped the door handle. The door opened outward, followed by a thud.
"Father!" Amy shouted ecstatically when she saw Mag at the door. However, she stopped running and crossed her arms across her chest. She twisted her face to the side, and aggrievedly said, "Father is a baddie. You woke up and snuck away. You didn't bring Amy to fight the bad guys, and didn't make any breakfast for me. Amy is angry now. You need to appease me by kissing me, hugging me, and carrying me up high."
Mag, who had already opened his arms to catch the little lolita who was running into his arms, smiled as he looked at the angry Amy. He walked forward to pick Amy and pecked her on her cheek with a smile before saying, "Yes. Father is wrong. I shouldn't have gone ahead and left without Amy."
