"What do you plan to do with this?" She didn't comply like usual; instead, she grabbed a rock and held it in front of his eyes.
"Why are you always this impatient? You know you'll get to know everything if you just wait long enough!" he rolled his eyes, while feeling tired of her childish attitude.
Every time he did something, she would hurriedly ask tons of questions about it. At first, he didn't mind that, yet her attitude began to be a burden and a headache.
"It's a Pre-Mithril, you can't expect me to stay silent about it!" She returned to look at the rock she held in her hand and started to drool over it, "Can I get some later?"
"You can keep this one if you want," William shrugged, "but that's the most you'll get from me!"
"Thanks," she laughed like a girl who had a new dress for her birthday, "now…"
"Now it's time for you to leave," William pushed her away, "let me work in peace, please!"
