Wheatstone hadn't spoken yet when Arthur stepped in, broke the bread and placed it in front of him: "Would you like some jam? I remember when you were neighbors with Louis in the 'Safe Room', you used to eat several jars of raspberry jam a day."
"I don't like that stuff anymore." Wheatstone pushed the jam jar aside: "Too sweet, it's easy to cause inflammation."
"Inflammation?" Arthur widened his eyes, pretending to be shocked: "When did you fall for witch doctors? Should I invite a herbalist to have tea with you next time?"
"Don't give me that!"
Wheatstone was relentless with his words, but still unconsciously picked up the freshly buttered bread, taking a slow and careful bite.
Arthur picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Are you satisfied with the laboratory you rented near the Financial City? Beautiful surroundings and a quiet, comfortable atmosphere; such a place is perfect for scientific research."
