In the morning, I greeted Ice Dad and Ice Mom under immense psychological pressure before having breakfast together. Throughout the meal, the expressions on both parents' faces... I won't describe them; you can imagine it yourself. Anyway, it looked rather unsettling. Uncle Kuwayin, who is so handsome he could swipe his way to becoming Earth's richest man, by the end of breakfast had already managed to smile his way into having three wrinkles on his cheek. Aunt Aisali also appeared inexplicably excited, continuously adding dishes and rice to my plate, which I did appreciate—at least until my view was completely blocked by the food in front of me.
"Look at how worried your parents are," I quipped with Bingdisi in the depths of my soul, "but this reaction does seem a bit exaggerated, huh."
