"What do you want to drink?" After their brief exchange that somehow turned into silence, Emma finally broke the pause as she walked toward the small kitchen.
William, regaining his composure, replied, "Anything hot and sweet."
Emma hummed softly. "I'll make some milk tea. You can sit wherever you like."
William chose a chair. One of the beds was covered with the bedsheet rope she had thrown earlier, and the other probably belonged to Dorothy—so he avoided both.
As Emma began crushing something with a small stone grinder, William asked, "Are you ready for this contest?"
Without looking up, Emma continued grinding the seeds into a fine powder and said calmly, "What's there to prepare for? I just keep training. In the end, we'll only know what we're up against once we get there."
Emma had read the novel before. She knew what the Goblet of Honor was supposed to be like. But now… things were changing.
