Unsurprisingly, the origin of the sound was Rave’s shenanigans. One could take a thousand different situations and in none of them would Aclysia treat the tools in her kitchen as playthings that could co to harm.
The cause of the rattling was a pan-shaped sieve that Rave let rotate on the kitchen counter. Like a coin falling and then slowly coming to a halt, the sieve’s looser parts rattled while the whole thing kept circling. Rave stared at the thing with rapt attention, while it slowly moved towards the edge of the counter.
Her left ear turned towards John when he entered. Her head soon followed. “Ther’ya’re!” Rave slurred and instantly forgot about the sieve to throw herself at John. This ti, he was prepared, so he caught her with so grace.
“Carry !” Rave demanded. John hesitated for a mont to look over at Aclysia, who was cutting so vegetables and arranging them on a plate. Nonchalantly, she extended one hand to the side, just as the sieve dropped. Once it was back on the counter, quiet approval humd through the maid’s ntal connection.
John therefore swung his girlfriend’s legs onto his arm and carried her away from the kitchen, princess style. ‘Hurray for raising Strength,’ he thought, rembering tis when this would have been impossible or at least incredibly taxing for him. Now, he could not only carry her like she wanted but do so without shaky legs. He was curious, though, how effective exactly was this new ability?
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