Dilu was sitting between Lanya and Leila, resting her chin in her hands, listening to the music in the shop while eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Miss Lanya, what do you like about Teacher?" Leila suddenly asked.
"I like his... Eh?"
Seeing the mischievous smile on Leila's face, Lanya instantly realized what she was insinuating and her face flushed red in a moment.
Thankfully, at that moment, the wind chimes at the door rang.
Dilu sprang up from her seat and raced to the door, a golden Magic Cup above her head, ready to begin her welcoming performance.
Lanya, as if escaping, left the small bar table and headed to the door, shouting a welcome as it swung open.
"Eh, this guest..."
The guest entered crawling, with limbs touching the floor, arms bent at right angles, and legs spread one hundred and eighty degrees apart as if they were growing from the sides of the body, looking extremely strange.