Pouring him a glass of water, Nora handed him the cup and asked, "If you really didn't want to come, why didn't you refuse?"
Henry replied, "My mom wanted to come."
"..."
Well, filial piety.
Glancing at the empty coffee table, Henry asked, "No food?"
Shooting him a glance, Nora raised an eyebrow, "Get it yourself downstairs."
"Oh."
Henry put down the cup and turned to walk out.
Nora: "..."
He really went to get it.
After a short trip downstairs, he brought up a plate of cut fruit. Afterwards, a servant came upstairs on their own initiative, preparing all the necessary fruits and snacks, filling the guest room's coffee table to the brim.
Nora looked at Henry in surprise.
This guy usually doesn't like to eat these things. Why make such a big fuss?
Seeing her confusion, Henry sipped his steaming tea leisurely and said, "Whatever they have, we should have too."
"...Alright."
Nora couldn't help but smile.
