I don't mind blood, I don't mind messy.

Getting Penny a tampon wasn't as shameful as she had made it seem. Even so, Zoren was curious. Once she was done washing up and had gotten over her embarrassment, he was ready to question her. Glancing at the bathroom door where she had emerged, he patted the space beside him on the couch.

"Hah…" she sighed heavily, dragging herself over to him. But instead of sitting beside him, she plopped down onto his lap.

His brows shot up in surprise, only to hear her playful laugh.

"I know what you're about to do," she said proudly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm saving myself from the shock."

"Haha," he chuckled. "What a quick learner."

Penny lifted her chin and pouted. "Was it embarrassing to buy me a tampon?"

"No, why would it be? You needed it."

"But I've heard men hate doing that."

"I'm not that kind of man, perhaps," he shrugged. "Though I did ask Butler Hubert some questions."

"What did he say?"