"And you better rework my Irregular skill, you hear?! Make it good!"
"…who are you talking to?"
Beatrix couldn't help but question Evan as she heard him yelling out the hotel window the moment she stepped into the room.
Clicking his tongue, the boy turned to face her and replied.
"It was the Author. He just left."
"Author? As in, a book writer?"
"Yeah."
Evan confirmed as he made his way to the suite's dining table, grabbing his half-empty smoothie glass and downing the rest in one go.
Beatrix cast a glance out the window, as if searching for this "Author" Evan had just been shouting at, and upon seeing this, Evan spoke up.
"Don't bother. You wouldn't see him even if he was right in front of you."
Setting down his glass, he pulled a box of ingredients from his inventory and began preparing another strawberry smoothie.
In true Beatrix fashion, she decided not to stress over it. She simply chalked it up as another oddity of Evan's and focused on something more understandable.
