Thomas Shannon slowly picked up the clean chopsticks, refusing to answer this question.
"Pretentious," Sophie Sullivan snorted, taking back her chopsticks and continuing to eat.
Harry jumped onto Sophie's lap, raising two claws, wanting to play with her.
Busy filling her stomach, Sophie Sullivan looked down and glared at it. "Get lost."
"MEOW!" Harry had grown used to throwing his weight around inside the castle. Besides his master, no one dared to be fierce with him.
Meeting Sophie made Harry begin to doubt his cat life.
"Cry one more time and I'll kill you and make you into Stew Soup."
Harry instantly bristled, turned, and jumped into Thomas's embrace, cowering into a ball.
Thomas Shannon put down his chopsticks, slightly annoyed. "Maniac..."
Raising a hand, Sophie didn't even give him a glance. "Don't speak. If there's any matter, wait until I finish eating."
