ăYeah! Look at Urushi! Heâs super amazing too!ă
We were currently at the orphanage, where Urushi and Fran were both rapidly tucking Ioâs curry away. They were eating so vigorously that I was starting to worry whether theyâd give themselves stomachaches.
I was also concerned as to whether or not it was okay for them to eat as much as they were given that they were at an orphanage. Fortunately, Io didnât really seem to mind. In fact, seeing them eat the way they were had caused her to break into a smile.
ăIâve made a whole lot, so eat all youâd like.ă
ăNn! More.ă
ăWoof woof!ă
ăHow large a serving would you like?ă
ăHuge.ă
ăRoofă
In the end, the pair ended up eating five super large servings apiece, to which the children reacted with both admiration and a bit of resentment. It seemed like theyâd probably be able to have curry the next morning so long as Fran and Urushi didnât eat it all.
Some of the kids had actually cared much less about that, and much more about how much Fran could actually eat. Though they seemed a bit less attached to the curry itself, a fair portion of them still ended up gazing at her a bit reproachfully because their incorrect predictions had caused them to gamble away a part of their breakfast.
I figured itâd probably be a good idea for us to pay Io back later for all the food we ate. The orphanage was definitely much better off than itâd been before, but it was still an orphanage nonetheless.
ăThanks.ă
ăRuff.ă
ăNo, thank you. Iâm glad you enjoyed it as much as you did.ă
ăNn. Tasty.ă
Fran patted her now swollen stomach a few times to express just how content she felt. The curry Io made was clearly ridiculously delicious, so much that she almost seemed a bit envious of the fact that she couldnât have it on a regular basis.
Unfortunately, it wasnât something I was capable of imitating. Io was running an orphanage, so she obviously hadnât used any super expensives spices. She was only really using the standard kinda stuff, meaning the curry she made was only as delicious as it was because of her abilities as a chef. I wouldâve been able to mimic her variation of the dish had I watched her throughout the entire preparatory process, but I hadnât.
The children had already finished their meals, and didnât have much of a reason to stick around, so they went off to play. The only people left in the cafeteria were Fran, Urushi and Io.
ăLeaving now.ă
Fran stood up and got ready to go as she stroked her stomach.
ăAlready? You should really take it easy and stay around for a while. Iâll even make you some tea if you do.ă
ăIo-made tea?ă
ăMhm. I can even get you some snacks with it if youâd like, though unfortunately, all we have is baked sweets.ă
ăYes please.ă
Fran had been presented a chance to have herself some Io-brand tea alongside some Io-brand tea time snacks, a chance her more glutinous side simply refused to miss.
Driven by her appetite, she sat herself back in the chair with a series of graceful, flowing movements. Likewise, Urushi, who shared her dietary interests, also positioned himself in a chair while clearing his expression of all but composure.
ăDonât worry Urushi, Iâll make sure you get your share too.ă
ăWoof!ă
The baked sweets Io made were quite simple. They only contained sugar, flour, and eggs, but a simple glance at the way Fran and Urushi reacted to tasting them made it quite apparent that they were delicious regardless. The same went for the tea even though the leaves used to brew it were considered rather cheap. Both gluttons enjoyed the experience so much that they ended up wearing expressions of bliss throughout the culinary experience.
Io watched over the two with a smile basically the whole way through. More specifically, she waited for Fran to finish draining her tea before addressing her in a much more serious tone than usual.
ăThank you very much.ă
Her expression turned serious as she bowed as she spoke a few words of appreciation.
ăNn?ă
ăI admit I splurged a bit for todayâs sake since I knew you were coming, but it was well worth it. Your actions have brought genuine smiles to the childrenâsâ faces. Theyâve just been overflowing with joy ever since you reached out and offered us your help.ă
Fran stayed silent and listened as Io continued to speak.
ăWe, the children and I, used to spend our days with the constant fear that we wouldnât have enough to eat. The children still used to smile, but not the pure, carefree way they do now.ă
They never knew when the orphanage would end up having to shut down, so it only made sense for them never to really have peace of mind. Children had the tendency to be naive, but that didnât mean they were stupid. The building they lived in was more or less decrepit, they only had very little to eat, and theyâd even been bothered by a loan shark every once in a while. The signs were all there, and they were more than obvious enough to tell the children that the orphanage wasnât doing too well.
All the adults involved would always try their best to hide their financial troubles from the children. This would stress them and cause the children to notice their displeasure, which in turn stressed the children out, which of course only lead to the adults redoubling their efforts. It was a vicious cycle with no end in sight.
ăThank you very much for allowing the children to smile again.ă
ăHelped by Amanda. Not me.ă
ăYouâre right. Amanda was the one that helped us out of our conundrum, but that was something sheâd only done because of you. She wouldâve never had the opportunity to help us if not for you informing her of our plight. Thank you, thank you so much.ă
Io pushed herself into an even deeper bow, as if to demonstrate that she couldnât thank Fran enough for what sheâd done.
***
And so, an hour flew right by.
Things ended up getting a bit awkward after Io finished apologizing, seemingly because both parties were feeling a bit embarrassed. The two had been on pretty good terms to begin with, so they managed to drive the discomfort out of the air around them and get back to engaging in conversation.
ăLeaving now.ă
ăIâm sorry I kept you for so long.ă
ăNo problem.ă
Io escorted us all the way over to the orphanageâs entranceway. We tried to offer her some cash given all weâd eaten, but she ended up stubbornly refusing any form of payment. She insisted that sheâd only fed us as a way of expressing her thanks, and that there was no way she could charge us for it.
ďźMaster, what do?ďź
In the end, we ended up holding onto the money weâd planned on giving her. I figured it would be rude to force her to take it after all sheâd said, and that sheâd actually be much happier not accepting it.
Speaking of happiness, Fran seemed to be in a great mood. Sheâd even hummed a rare tune as we made our way back to the inn.
ăWas the curry she made really that tasty?ă
ăNn!ă
Oh god damn it. Iâm going to have to try really hard not to let her best me.
ăBesides.ă
ăBesides what?ă
ăSeemed happy. Both Io and orphans.ă
ăThat they did.ă
ăNn. Glad.ă
To Fran, the orphans under Ioâs care werenât just strangers. They were people whose situation paralleled her own. She too had lost her parents at a young age, so, she mustâve empathized with them. Seeing them happy had tugged at her emotions and filled her with a wholehearted sense of joy.
ăYeah, I guess youâre right. Iâm also glad everything ended up working out in their favour.ă