Bab 93: Mixed Part 1

In a fluster Calder moved to get Syria's cloak. With one hand he picked up the cloak and inspected it carefully. He didn't like that it was covered in dust and dirt. He pouted his lips and furrowed his brows as he tried to figure how to clean it. He tried giving the cloak a shake but it only got the dust off. He looked at it again then placed the cake box down. Now that he had two hands he started to beat the cloak clean.

After he inspected it a third time he smiled and wrapped the cloak around Syria. "All clean." He announced proudly. Syria couldn't help but burst out laughing. Tears collected in the corners of her eyes as her face lit up with enjoyment. Calder coughed to avoid laughing himself. He thought it was Syria's enjoyment and he couldn't interrupt it with his own laughter, especially when he had no idea what she was laughing about.