Two little girls sat beside Lann, occasionally exchanging glances, and after doing so, they would shyly peek at Lann with flushed faces.
But immediately after, they would quickly bury their heads back into their plates.
Lann didn't think the little girls had any ulterior motives; girls their age just liked pretty 'things'.
Dolls, little trinkets and such. It's just because he, this 'doll', could move and talk that they felt shy.
Only after thanking Viola, who arranged this table, did Lann begin to pick up his knife and fork.
In front of Lann, Viola appeared very calm, and Lann guessed it was because her eyes saw only Gascogne.
Eating with newfound friends, in his cozy home, together with his wife and children... this mundane, peaceful scene almost gave Lann a sense of detachment.
