Aranea couldn't believe on what just happened. As they were silent while eating breakfast, Aranea glared at him as if blaming him for everything that had transpired a moment ago.
"You know, it wouldn't have happened if you were not tugging the pillow from me," Zann retorted, the Summoner now rolling her eyes at him sarcastically.
"Oh, stop it… how could I not get my pillow from you when you put it on that… thing," she replied, motioning to him as he immediately blushed at her gesture.
The Lightning Familiar, Irving, narrowed his eyes at them, scolding them like little children.
"Both of you argue like children. With Aranea shouting, it has disrupted Irving's sleep."
Zann and Aranea immediately looked at the Lightning Familiar, both of them talking to him in unison.
"It's because of you that this happened!"
Irving arched a brow at them, not getting why he was being blamed.
"Irving's fault?"
"Yes!"