"Mmm..."
The Ancestral Spirit beside him made a dissatisfied sound, constantly fiddling with his pant leg, making a muffled noise.
The reason was probably related to Lister putting it aside from his arms as soon as he saw Priscilla, but Lister just let it be for now.
Priscilla pulled over a chair and sat beside Lister, resting her head against him, fully breathing in the air carrying Lister's scent.
"If I had known you ordered a cup yourself, I wouldn't have brought a new one."
Seeing the steaming drink by Lister's hand, Priscilla slowly said with her arms around Lister's shoulders.
"No, I didn't ask for it..."
"? Then this cup is..."
"Pearl brought it..."
"Pearl?"
Priscilla glanced at the Ancestral Spirit tugging at Lister's pant leg and made eye contact with it.
"..."
The Ancestral Spirit blinked, then lowered its head again to symbolically attack Lister.