As she spoke, she saw Leonard Churchill sitting cross-legged and without any hesitation, climbed onto his lap, looking as though she was complaining with feigned annoyance, "Ah... but such a precious gift, how should I reciprocate?"
"..."
Leonard Churchill laughed without saying a word.
Both knew it was a joke.
They didn't need such formalities between them.
In fact, for Seven Brown, even if it wasn't such a valuable treasure, even if it was just a random stone picked up from the riverside, as long as Leonard Churchill said it was a gift for her, she would be delighted.
It was the same for Leonard Churchill.
Now, with the crisis gone and no one else around,
the two of them had reunited and finally had some time alone.
There was no need to avoid anything in their interactions.
The touch of the liquid leather was very nice; she had tried it many times before and still couldn't let go.