Maurice had left, with a strange expression, carrying a century-old cannonball as he did.
Duncan stood at the counter, watching the old man's retreating figure, his smile tinged with pleasure.
"...You really did give the cannonball to Mr. Maurice." Alice muttered from the side.
"Really gave the cannonball to Teacher Maurice..." Nina chimed in, muttering as well.
"I don't like cannonballs," Alice said softly, "especially not."
"Why is that?" Nina asked curiously.
Alice looked serious, "Because the captain once gave me eight cannonballs..."
"Stop harping on about it," Duncan's voice suddenly came from the side; he looked helplessly at Alice, who bore a grudge, and Nina, whose curiosity had clearly been piqued, "Where did Sherry go?"
"She said she was dizzy and had a headache from memorizing the alphabet and needed to go out for some fresh air," Nina stuck out her tongue, "but I guess she might already be in the next block by now."