The talk with the parents

Usually, Zombie's father, Pear, would open his magic stone's shop bright and early as if it was an inn or a tavern serving breakfast for the workers – but he didn't do that on this day.

Instead, he was sitting in his dining room with his wife, Nectarine, standing by his left side while both of them were looking with grave expressions at their three-year-old son.

"Kiwi. I'll have you know that your sister broke three ribs and twisted her ankle, not to mention the light concussion and some really ugly bruises."

Pear spoke in a cold voice, carefully observing his son, waiting for the remorseful act of any sort...

"Oooh! A new record, isn't it? But do you think that it hurt her more or less than when I broke her arm?"

But instead, the child's face lighted up and he asked while his eyes shone with excitement.

"...!"

Nectarine by Pear's side flinched and clenched her fists.

"It's alright, Nectar."