With that, Nathaniel Nathan strode out. Master Nathan called out from behind him, "That's good, that's good. You scared me to death! Come on back, I have something for you."
Nathaniel Nathan's immediate reaction was that Master Nathan couldn't possibly have anything good for him. But, knowing his grandfather's personality, he resignedly turned back. Master Nathan handed him a small box. Inside were many small, somewhat flat items—a specialty product that accompanied a certain cultural export from the Island Nation.
Nathaniel Nathan stared speechlessly at Master Nathan, who just chuckled. "Young man, pace yourself. Don't use them all at once."
Nathaniel Nathan looked at the box, which contained at least twenty of the little things. He was internally breaking down. 'My grandfather is really something else…'
'Who's some kind of stud who could use this many in one go? Besides, things between me and Vera have always been quite proper.'
