Chapter 133
Marshmallow is back.
...Carrying a red ball of yarn on its back...
It's not a ball of yarn. It's a fellow lizard.
Um, that's another beautiful color... Will it become a bright red lizard when it grows up?
Fuwafuwa and Marshmallow both kept their colors as they grew, didn't they?
Come to think of it, lizards on Earth were colorful too.
There were red and green ones, and maybe even bright blue ones... Is the world of lizards fond of flashy colors?
Anyway, about the red ball of yarn... what is it?
I get the feeling it's extremely sulky.
A remarkably complex magical power is flowing from it.
Oh, Fuwafuwa's here.
As soon as Fuwafuwa came into view, a red ball raced past me at tremendous speed.
That startled me!
The red ball of yarn that shot past me seems to have charged at Fuwafuwa.
Without throwing magic at each other, they've tangled together and are rolling around the square.
How should I put it? With a lizard and a ball of yarn, it looks like they're playing.
But there's no doubt it's dangerous, so Usa, Kuuhii, come over here!
Squirrels, it's dangerous for you too. You got caught up in it before and had a rough time, remember?
...No, you fought back that time, didn't you?
Oh, One-Eye, thank you.
Usa, Kuuhii, the tea's here.
One-Eye made snacks too?
You succeeded? As expected of you.
A cake made with sugar, flour, fruit juice, and oil.
A cake perfected through repeated trial and error.
They're piled high on the table.
Isn't that a lot?
Are you sure this is okay?
I see... Ah, I get it.
In the square, they're still tangled up and fighting—or perhaps engaged in some intense play-fighting.
On the wooden deck, drawn by the smell, are Marshmallow and the Flying Lizard, and of course Core's group, Chai's group, and Ai's group as well.
Oh, did Big Boss-san come too, drawn by the smell?
Today, I can see some of the stick insects as well.
Apparently the stick insects don't eat any. What a shame.
The squirrels have already secured their portions and are gathered together for snack time.
Well then, let's eat.
When I put it in my mouth, I find a gentle sweetness and moist cake texture.
To make something this good from those ingredients... As expected of One-Eye.
I leave the intense play-fighting right in front of me alone and enjoy a moment on this cold day.
Oh, was it too hot for Marshmallow...? The wooden deck is enclosed by a barrier and heated, after all. Sorry.
It seems to be enjoying its snack outside the barrier.
The Flying Lizard has no problem with it.
Oh, it looks like their playtime is over.
Any injuries...? None, good.
It seems Fuwafuwa has noticed the cake.
It runs straight toward the cake... and takes off.
You'll get scolded if you charge straight into the cake like that.
A lizard being glared at by One-Eye... surreal.
Oh, will the red fluffy one eat some too?
It has come as far as the space beneath the wooden deck, but seems hesitant.
I place a plate of cake in front of the red fluffy one.
It might dislike warm places, like Marshmallow does.
I sit back down in my chair and watch... It ate it.
Ah... I see. Right, it doesn't have hands.
...Wait, isn't this strange?
That's how a frog eats, isn't it?
Do lizards eat by stretching out their tongues too?
Huh?
I've never seen an image of a lizard catching prey, but...
...How does it drink?
I pour some fruit water into a cup and set it down.
Sniffing the drink, it wraps its tongue around the cup and brings it to its mouth...
How dexterous.
It must have liked it; it's licking up every drop with its tongue.
...What is this?
I suppose I wanted to know... but this indescribably frustrating feeling.