Actually, in some situations, Lance really needs to talk to Grendel...
Grendel was sitting among the tables and chairs set up at the porch, enjoying morning tea amidst the flowers and grass of the courtyard. A pot of flower tea, some berries, snacks on the table, and a book in her hands that she was flipping through.
It must be said, she has already adapted to life in Hamlet. If she were to return to the mountains now, she might not feel at home.
At Lance's arrival, she simply glanced up before returning her focus to the book, casually greeting him.
"Back already?"
"Don't mention it, I spent the whole night at the sanatorium."
Lance didn't mind, directly sitting down on the chair next to her and pouring himself a cup of flower tea.
It must be said, the aroma of the flower tea Grendel concocted was unique. Not overwhelming, but rather had a lingering scent.
