Anne's Son

The day after we chose the employee dormitory.

Roger and I are on our way to the dormitory by carriage. Anne and Evan moved in early this morning, so they aren't with us right now. I'm planning to talk with Anne's son at the dormitory, and after that, he'll make us lunch.

Actually, after we parted ways yesterday, I asked a little more about Anne's son. Apparently, he doesn't just like watching people eat—he also enjoys coming up with unusual dishes.

He's apparently a good cook and can make ordinary dishes, too, but he spends his free time developing all sorts of strange recipes.

His dishes can be very time-consuming, have appearances that aren't generally appealing, taste good but unfamiliar, or just taste bad. In short, they're not the kind of thing that catches on.

Still, some of them are apparently delicious, and a few are popular with his family and friends. I wondered if those dishes ever ended up on restaurant menus, but most of them take a lot of work, and only a small number of people like them.

When I heard all that, I became incredibly curious, so I asked him to make the dish he was most confident in today. I'm really looking forward to it. I wonder what it'll be like.

I sat eagerly in the swaying carriage for a while, and then we arrived at the dormitory.

When Roger and I got out of the carriage, three people were waiting to greet us in front of the entrance. The person on the far right seemed to be Anne's son. He was small, with yellow-green hair and eyes of the same color... He didn't look eighteen at all. He was short, and his face was so youthful that he looked even younger.

...I've found another member of the short-statured club. I secretly rejoiced...