"Anyway, going back to Stevie…"
"Ah, I'm sorry. I got us quite off track."
"Yeah. I can't make any grand promises about a lifetime or anything, but right now, I feel like I want to cherish Stevie. Oh, and you too, Lily."
Lily made a slightly exasperated face.
"Lord Robby, you don't have to force yourself to add me in there."
"No, sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Sorry."
"Fufu, I was only teasing a little. When thinking about my future relationship with you, Stevie will likely be with you much longer."
"Uuuu… sorry."
"It's fine already."
"Yeah, thank you."
This is complicated…
"So, is what you said earlier about Stevie a normal thing?"
"Normal?"
"Yeah. Stopping her means taking responsibility for the rest of her life, right?"
Lily chuckled.
"Ordinary princes—and even young noblemen—wouldn't pay that much attention to a single maid. I only said it because it's you, Lord Robby."
"Eh, really?"
"Yes. I wanted to see just how strongly you felt about Stevie, so I asked."
