After breakfast, Lucille insisted on washing the dishes this time. She couldn't just let Ashrik do everything. When he tried to stop her, she quickly recruited Dobby and Ponyo for help.
"Keep him here! Don't let him move."
"Woof! Woof!"
As if accepting a royal order, the huge Pekingeses barked loudly. They quickly surrounded Ashrik, not letting him step away from the table.
Dobby took one step further by biting his trousers. His eyes seemed to warn the man not to run. As for Ponyo, she wrapped her fluffy tail around his right leg.
"Lucy—"
"Wait here!"
Under Ashrik's helpless gaze, Lucille carried the stacked bowls. She left the pitcher and glasses behind. Her movements were a little slow, but the delicious food had renewed her strength.
Soon, the steady flow of water running from the faucet rang through the open kitchen windows. From where he was, he could see her standing before the sink.
