Harry Hunter followed her, asking, "What are you looking for?"
"Where's the casual shirt I bought you last time? Didn't you say it was too small? Let's give it to Grandpa to wear! It's brand new, just wasting away at home, and it cost quite a bit!"
"No way, it's mine, I'm not giving it away!"
"I remember you also have a pair of black striped gloves, where did they go? Give them to Grandpa, he might need them for his early morning exercises!"
"I just bought those! They're limited edition! He doesn't get up early, not giving them!"
"Does Grandpa smoke? The lighter I bought for you, you're not using it anyway, let's give it to Grandpa!"
"Who said I'm not using it, I just can't bear to use it! Not giving!"
Isabella Weaver ignored him, found these items and took them all, grabbed some fresh fruit too, and feeling it wasn't enough, even took the well-grown lucky bamboo from home—just for good fortune.
