Hanulim leans on you, the face unreadable, the pouch of sweets you had given her the day before in hand.

Yoshua ? I finished it. Can I have some more ? I can pay you if you want. I usually pay in kisses, but I feel like you'd slap me if I tried.

She puts the empty pouch in your hand, not missing how red you now are. You've always been extremely shy.

Or I could show how grateful I am by inviting you to my house. Besides you promised me to show me how you make your remedies.