Chéri ben his head back and started to look at the ceiling thoughtfully. Maybe it made sense. He wrinkled his nose, closed his eyes and sipped another bit of wine. “Makes sense. So she sends them back after she had fed them?” He asks about the end of the story.

Chéri nodded approvingly, not shocked by cannibalism nor child labour, apparently, then added “Maybe she had just too much to do to look for something better.” The concept sounded absurd, ti somewhat fun as well. “But also, isn’t directing those cheap kids more work than anything? Maybe you are right, she should use magic and invest in a system to keep them away from her artwork.” Then he couldn’t keep it anymore. He laughed out aloud and sipped a little bit more wine, abandoning his head to the side, where his hand could hold it without bothering Christine “You are funny.” Then nodded.