Cellinia was having breakfast next to her fiancé in the kitchen at Penguin Logistics. She had made a Siracusan-style breakfast. Her usual cold expression remained even now, though her eyes held a hint of curiosity as she looked at him. Suddenly, Cellinia's wolf tail draped over her fiancé's, intertwining with his

“So... what do you think of this breakfast?”

She asked, clearly expecting an answer from him. Her eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, a faint smile played on her lips. Her tail lightly fiddled with his