"He won't suddenly turn into a toddler, right?" Neel eyed my son suspiciously.
"Isn't that too much? I'll be terrified too if that's the case," I shuddered. "I don't want to skip the whole process of him being all cute and wobbly!"
"Just making sure," Neel rubbed her chest slowly and sighed. "That's a relief."
What kind of movies did she watch in the past?
"Anyway, I know he's cute and such--but you're not calling me here just to brag about him, right?"
"What's wrong with bragging?" I pursed my lips. "Won't you naturally want to brag if you have a son like him?"
My passionate declaration was met with enthusiastic nodding from Natha and the Tower staff, making Neel roll her eyes in exasperation. I laughed and patted her back before she really turned around back returned to the Tower.
"Alright, alright--I do have something else to talk to you about," I held her shoulder and seated her on the upper garden chair.
"What about? Do you want to request another tool, Boss?"
