"I'm even more upset now!"
Annelisa, arms crossed in frustration, stood amidst the vibrant flowers of the chamber, which all mimicked her posture with their sprawling branches.
Saville, helpless, glanced at Ansel, who gently raised his scepter. The old butler respectfully excused himself from Annelisa and disappeared into the flower room, leaving only the mother and son in a "standoff".
"I will return before dinner," Ansel said, still in a gentle tone.
"Not missing a single meal!"
Annelisa glared stubbornly at her son. "I know, once you're out, you won't even care what you eat!"
"I will report to you what I have eaten today, and Saville can attest to it."
"You're eating well just to appease me? That's even less acceptable!"