Tired of this pantomime, Chernika, with his paws folded on his chest, emerges from the darkness behind him and diligently reads all the notices.
None of them utter a word – perhaps due to mutual resentment towards each other, or perhaps because they lack the energy to argue. After exchanging a sidelong glance, they almost simultaneously move towards Shiko – he is, after all, a couple of steps ahead, as only he could know the way.
- This young man with that thing on his head deceived me. – A weary voice informs the guests with important information. – What kind of "garden" can there be with such a solid floor? Let me guess – you two came because of the advertisement? There is almost no one else who could be here for any other reason.