Martha's dinner skills had improved, and even Renie, who was not particularly fond of eating, had downed several bowls of mushroom soup before lying down on the sofa in Fisher's room as if completely exhausted, not wanting to move an inch.
Fisher, on the other hand, turned on the desk lamp and opened the window. He liked to sit there and enjoy the night breeze, especially on rainy nights in Saint Nali. The pitter-patter of the rain unexpectedly calmed his mind. Of course, this was also because he liked to smoke cigarettes while writing his papers, so as to not let the room become stuffy and filled with smoke.
Fisher picked up the quill and began to write on the letter paper.
"Why are you writing again? Isn't your thesis completed?"
"I am writing a response."
"To that Elizabeth?"
Renie perked up her head but, because she was too full, she then flopped back down onto the sofa, unable to get up, and turned in a way that allowed her view of Fisher's back.
Fisher nodded, then said,
