"Can you write down everything that is needed for it?"
Before Rian could dash off again, Cheon Areum swiftly caught him, scooping him up and handing him his phone. With a pout but some restraint, Rian typed exactly three words — that was his limit before the squirming began. He was already shifting in place, too restless to sit still a second longer. Cheon Areum chuckled softly. With this boundless energy, Rian would probably make an excellent hunter one day — the kind who could tear through countless gates before anyone else had even drawn their weapon.
"Areum, do you need to add anything for the sandwich?"
Yoon Seoyul bought his phone toward him, the screen aglow with a list of groceries being ordered online. At first, Cheon Areum only glanced — until his eyes locked on the total at the bottom. His expression instantly twisted in disbelief, eyes widening as if he'd just seen his wanted poster.
"Are we feeding a guild or stocking for the apocalypse?"
