As he spoke, he picked up a soup spoon and scooped meat from the bowl, suddenly, Great Dumas furrowed his brows, "Why does the portion seem off? Arthur, do we have mice at home?"
Arthur glanced at the Red Devil sitting contentedly on the windowsill, burping, and the book cover illustrated with ravens that he held in his hands, and simply shook his head slightly.
He picked up his fork and put the portion of swan meat that belonged to him into his mouth, tasting its flavor while frowning, "Doesn't this taste just like regular goose?"
At this point, Arthur couldn't help but change the subject, "Alexander, speaking of which, have you finished your manuscript?"
Great Dumas replied leisurely, "Didn't I go out to play with Eld today?"
"And what about yesterday?"
"Yesterday? Yesterday was even more interesting."