"And then I got angry because that practice dummy wouldn't fall apart like when you kicked it, so I focused really hard on my whole body starting from my legs, just like you told me, and then I hit it super strong and I leveled up the blunt weapon proficiency just like you told me I would!"
Cranberry was sitting by the table in the dining room and was happily reporting how her day went to the blue undead familiar sitting on her left, watching her eat dinner.
"You did? That's amazing! And you got the thrash skill only like what – a week ago? You're doing a great job!"
Zombie genuinely smiled and congratulated her.
"Ha ha! I know right?! Even momm-nnnngh...!"
Cranberry exclaimed happily, but stopped herself half-word and blushed before she started talking again – and Zombie didn't hasten her or anything, just let her go at her own pace.
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