I Suggest Improving the Children’s Chairs
After checking the food storage, something struck me again.
What a waste. Such a huge waste!
I mean, there were that many ingredients in there.
And yet none of them ever made it to the dining table. Well, that part was Papa’s picky eating, but still, how can salt be the only seasoning?
What do people in this world think meals are? Just something you eat as long as it fills you up? It’s fine to have all kinds of seasonings, isn’t it?
Miso… what should I do with it?
How should I cook it?
While I was thinking about that, it seemed my morning change of clothes had finished.
Today I was wearing a light blue shirt, navy shorts, white-and-navy striped socks, and navy shoes.
Yep. Perfect!
Marle, thanks again today.
Now then, another forest walk and lunch today. I was looking forward to it.
Near the big river, they stuck a parasol into the ground and set up a table and chairs.
Ariana and I sat on adult chairs, well, on beautifully decorated chairs with a neatly draped cloth-covered box placed on top.
Are there no children’s chairs in this world?
Ah, there are. But those are made to match children’s tables, so they can’t be used with adult-sized tables like today’s outdoor lunch
Next time, I’ll have them make a proper children’s chair for outdoor lunches.
Not just outdoors, wouldn’t it be nice to have a child-sized chair that matches the height of the table when everyone eats together?
“Hey, Papa, umm, I want a taller chair. When I sit in a normal chair, the table’s too high and I can’t reach.
I don’t want to sit on a box. I want a proper chair with looong legs.”
“Is that so? Let us confirm first. Sit in the chair.”
He lifted me onto an adult chair.
Pfft!
Hey~ no laughing.
From the table, only the very top of my head peeked up. My eye level was below the tabletop.
It was a little warm, so I’d worked up a bit of sweat and brushed my hair back.
Pff-pff-pfft!
Hey! You too, Papa and Mama, why are you laughing?!
(Oh no, I mustn’t laugh. Young Master Kaito’s head is the only thing visible above the table. He’s far too adorable.)
(Ah, his hair’s sticking up. Like a little bird’s crest. This is bad. Too cute. Haaah.)
“What is this, Kaito? Your hair’s sticking up, you look like a little bird. Pfft.”
“““““““Bwaaaaah!”””””””
“Hey, Mama, and everyone over there… why are you laughing? Hey, whyyy?”
“Kai-kun, shall we fix your hair? Nn-pfft.”
Mama, stop laughing!
“Marle, please fix Kai-kun’s hair.”
“Y-yes!”
Geez.
Huh? Papa. Is he thinking? Troubled?
He’s not laughing, right?
When Papa furrowed his brow, that was his habit when he was thinking.
“Mmnnn. I see. A child’s chair at table height.”
“And, umm, I want a table attached to the chair.”
“Hm? A dedicated mini table attached to the child’s chair. Oh! This might sell, Sebas.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Send word to Montreux at once!”
“Yes, at once.”
What do you think about this chapter?
