The next morning.
After breakfast, Tizmilly and Theo changed into their uniforms, getting ready to head to the restaurant as usual. But Calary blocked the door, her hands planted firmly on her waist.
"Tsk, tsk. Do you two really not know what day it is?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.
The two exchanged glances. "Tuesday?" Tizmilly replied, tilting her head.
"Not even you, Tizmilly..." Calary let out a long, weary sigh. She looked at them as if she were staring at two idiots. "It must be Theo. My son, what have you done to her? She's becoming more like you every day!"
Calary kept sighing, confusing the two even further.
Theo frowned. "What's the matter, Mom? Are you drunk or something? Why complain for no reason?"
Calary looked up, sending them a condescending gaze that made them feel smaller than ants.
"No reason?" Calary laughed flatly. "Oh, sure. Then count how long it's been since Tizmilly started living with us."
