"Make sure you praise me when we meet Julius Reed, got it?"
Gonzalez City, International Airport.
The flight had just landed.
Nelson wore a white long dress, a rare change from her usual sportswear.
Her hair was still styled in twin ponytails.
Playful and adorable.
She kept nagging Bamboo Whitaker, pulling her along.
"I got it, Sister!"
Bamboo Whitaker reluctantly agreed.
All the way from the plane ride, Nelson had been giving orders, endlessly fussing.
It was so annoying.
But, frustratingly, Bamboo Whitaker couldn't just ignore her.
After all, might makes right, doesn't it?
Especially since Nelson would threaten to give Bamboo Whitaker a haircut with Longsword, which scared the kind-hearted girl witless!
"Who cooked for you during your days in the capital?"
Nelson asked.
"It was Sister Nelson, seven dishes a meal, plus three soups, never repeating any dish!"
Bamboo Whitaker complained.
