Fiona stared at Arthur for a few seconds and suddenly laughed.
"You really are... I should have known. Just give you some time, and you'll take what everyone else has played with, break it apart, reassemble it, and use it even more skillfully than before."
Fiona walked to the chair opposite him, but did not sit down, just casually leaned against the back of the chair, her fingers tracing the wood grain mindlessly: "However... you seem in a good mood today. Not like last year, where you looked like you were about to flip the whole street over at any moment."
"It's not so bad lately." Arthur took a sip of wine: "Everything is moving forward according to plan."
