Suspicion
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Upon hearing the word 'breakfast', Sheyan's change in expression was magnificent. He instantly leapt up with a speed faster than the vampire, and took cover behind Diaz. Diaz as well bluntly frew out his Karabiner rifle and aimed.
Hagrid shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. He placed the tray in his hands onto the dwarve table, before returning with a wooden ladle from the back. He then poured the fresh water within the ladle onto the sofa. The water straightforwardly permeated into the cortex pillow, as though was as thirsty as being lost in the desert.
"Alright." Hagrid wasn't the least bit concerned about it. "You can continue sitting on it."
Sheyan was stunned, and replied.
"Was that water....its breakfast?"
Hagrid was radiant with delight.