My shout must have reverberated through the clouds—at least through the whole family, because Anwina immediately popped her head out from the bottom of the northwest corner of the house, the Little Ghost nervously looking at me: "Master, what happened?"
She seemed to have come straight out from the basement...
"Nothing happened to me, Bingdisi is the one in trouble," I waved to Anwina, "Go prepare some snacks, juices, tea, or something."
"Oh." Anwina nodded, her entire body floating out from the ground, drifting along the wall a few meters before slipping back into the house: that's the kitchen location. This Ghost Maid's usual way of roaming around the house was quite nimble.
Bingdisi looked at me, puzzled: "Why are you asking her to prepare these things?"
I hesitated for a moment, sincerely explaining: "Isn't it normal to prepare some refreshments during discussions to help focus?"
