Once I rose to my feet, I observed Grandma Ingrid wiping the remnants off her mouth. Shifting my attention back to the two women seated on the grass before me, I noticed the defeated expressions etched on their faces. My punishment, although not overly severe, had undoubtedly achieved its purpose.
"So, how was it?" I asked of both of them, before adding with a knowing tone, "Not very pleasant, I assume?" Answering my own question, I could see both Lyra and Grandma Ingrid nodding in agreement.
"To avoid such a situation in the future, I need you both to promise that you won't engage in such silly fights or quarrels again," I stated firmly, directing my gaze toward both Grandma Ingrid and Lyra simultaneously. "You're practically like sisters now, and I won't tolerate a repeat of today's drama. Do I make myself clear?"
Lyra and Grandma Ingrid exchanged understanding nods, their expressions indicating that the lesson had been learned.
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