Astalot said as much as he read the bar without touching.
But Elle was immersed in memories of his past with Iris, and he told Astalot to whine, without any reaction.
"Yeah, sometimes... yeah, sometimes... no, very rarely, but it's kind."
Astalot inquired with a slightly half-eyed, half-hearted face.
"Huh, how was I nice? I just can't imagine."
Then Elle had a nostalgic grin on his face.
"It already gives me a warm smile that is full of nourishment and speaks a word or two of kindness!
Did Astalot's eyelids get even heavier than earlier, or almost closed?
"Heh... what kind of words did they say?
While Astalot's troublesome stink, Elle responded with momentum to a further inquiry.
"Yes! When I had my first dish, it was delicious. When you ask me to try it, or when you see something unusual, look at it too. You said it was beautiful, etc!
Then to Elle's answer, Astalot's eyelids were completely closed.
What did Elle want him to react to, peeking into Astalot's face with a seemingly lucrative face?