Oh, such a kind boy. Dinner would be lovely; it’s a shame you couldn’t come home with me and help me make it. You’d do well at it, no doubt.

[Since when was cooking high-prority? She was once a goddess, after all…]

[But the carnations’ scent was just too enticing to have Erim critically think of that, and she again forgets all about it.]

We should hurry; it will be dark before soon, won’t it?