Arthur nodded his head.
"Of course!"
As he spoke, Arthur unlocked the brass lock of the black wooden box.
Inside was a long-stemmed curved pipe.
The bowl was made of briar root, and the extended stem was of black metal.
Of course, these were not the main focus, the important part was the row of small characters engraved on the extended stem, wrapped in a wave pattern.
Or more precisely, a name—
Marinda.
Seeing this name, Arthur raised his hand and gently touched it, feeling the traces within.
Unlike the beauty of a scripted name.
The engraved traces were even sharper.
Just like Marinda herself.
"Did you engrave this?"
Arthur looked up and asked.
Marinda, who had been watching Arthur touch the pipe stem, nodded calmly.
"How is it?"
Then, the lady inquired about his opinion.
"I really like it,"
Arthur said, taking out a small bag of tobacco from the Atos's Box that he had previously placed inside.
