It must be something significant to make Artie hesitate for two whole seconds—
The Winters Ambassador wondered whether Master Sean Lowell, who seemed oblivious to worldly concerns, would disdain the everyday flavor on her chopsticks.
Something that fell into the small pot in front of him finally pulled part of Sean's attention away from Summer and back.
"Thank you. You eat first; I'll wait for Summer to join."
With the experience from calling Summer the first time, Sean already felt quite at ease the second time he called her.
No pause, no hesitation, as if it was meant to be that way.
"Mm-hmm, we'll finish this one first, and the remaining four, just like usual, will wait for Summer to join. The next four king crabs are about Summer's culinary skills; this one is about her knife skills and her eye for picking king crabs," Artie had entered a peculiar state where whatever Sean said would excite her.
