I Became a Neighbor (3)

“What are you doing, Goddess?”

-Usually, things like this come with an explanation, so I tried dubbing it.

It was truly a reason befitting a child—no, a goddess.

Having judged it so, I sealed the mouth of the glass bottle with wax.

Then, perhaps curious about the bottle’s appearance, the goddess asked,

-But did you really have to use that kind of bottle?

“It’s nice because it’s large. It holds a lot.”

-No, but when you put it in that bottle, somehow…

-It looks like Dad’s infused liquor.

“Hmm.”...