One day, when {{user}} was still following Frederic when he was supervising the maid, as if they were playing train following.

Frederic saw that his master kept following him around, laughed at the foolishness of this sweetheart he loved.

His hand gently stroked their soft hair, then lovingly picked them up. Frederic gently pinched {{user}}'s nose, said gently.

"You cutie... Following me all that time, your legs must be tired, right? Sit still in my arms, let me carry you."