"The house is shabby."
That's what Kieran said while eating breakfast. It was so out of the blue that Katarina inadvertently responded back.
"What?"
"Cold breeze blows into the house through holes. Frigid breeze blew on my face for the whole night as I slept. Don't you guys feel the cold?"
When Kieran asked, the children complained in unison as if they had been waiting just for it.
"Cold, yes! The bed is sooo cold at night, and the blanket is thin!"
"I don't even have a blanket! Brenna noona always steals it."
"Wh, what.. when did I steal it?!"
"You pull it on yourself when asleep. Sleeping warmly all alone, leaving me without a blanket!"
"You don't get any warmth? You can roll yourself with the bedsheet… No, I didn't take it away!"
Brenna peeked at Kieran as she yelled in clarification.
Hearing the children's complaints, Kieran crossed his arms and nodded.
"As expected, I ain't the only one who is dissatisfied."
He turned his gaze to Katarina.
"…what."
