She spoke before she could help herself, "I want to see it!"
No, she must see it with her own eyes.
Arabella suddenly felt a great sense of compulsion. That she must see the repaired fairies' abode, no matter what.
"I must see it! Can you bring me there?" Arabella asked before she could stop herself.
"Stop it! Calm down," Alwin held her wrist.
"S-sorry…" Arabella gasped when she realized she had crushed the pastry she was holding.
"I'm sorry, Alfredo… I didn't mean to waste the food you made," Arabella apologized, even if Alfredo was not here.
She knew that he had put in a lot of effort into making these.
Aletha had been telling her about Alfredo trying to learn how to make everything Arabella liked to eat, or once ate in Lobelius.
Alfredo had also been learning from his fellow chefs about foods for ladies.
It was why the food Arabella had been eating for the past months had become varied.
