"Hmph! That pink dancer got stronger again!"
Cranberry pouted before she took a bite out of a sandwich prepared by Olive, and chewed on it as if each and every ingredient has done had a great disservice and she was taking revenge on them.
"Ahaha! That's right – Gooseberry complained to me the other day that his kid talks only about you Zombie and Baron nowaday's – you all are really good friends, huh."
The old elf pulled out the chair and sat right by the red-haired girl and messed her hair affectionately while laughing.
"Who's that guy's friend?! If anything he is my rival!"
Cranberry furrowed her brows and complained, but despite her words, she did blush a little bit and fidgetted after hearing the word friends.
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