Enna Clark stared at the person across from her with a face full of surprise, once again that expression she couldn't appreciate, making her even more depressed. She leaned back in her chair, took a sip of the hot cocoa in front of her, and admitted straightforwardly, "Yeah, I don't like it."
The person across from her looked regretful, "That's really unfortunate, you've lost the ability to savor the deliciousness of the world."
Enna, "..."
What should she do? She really wanted to punch him.
"But you're still lucky, at least God gave you a likable personality." He spoke without pausing for breath, "Next time I'll bring you a delicious cake, maybe you'll like them after you try it."
Why did she suddenly feel that cake tasting here became such an esteemed thing?
"... Alright."
She decided to change the topic and stop revolving around cakes.
"Mr. Nicholson, about what I mentioned last time, have you looked into it for me?"
