Chapter 49
Evening, in the garden.
The two of us sat on a blanket, adding a “cute appendix” in the margin of the Sunlit Promise.
Appendix 1: Anyone who detects “cute effort” shall be offered honey lemon water (modest amount).
Appendix 2: The shade map is updated at the start of the month. If unsure, present it as “material for consultation.”
Appendix 3: On days of failure, include plenty of laughter. Points may be freely added in the self-report section.
After finishing writing, he placed a small flower into my hand mirror.
The white dot nestled against the edge of the star—so cute.
“Lord Laurent.”
“Yes?”
“For the Daily Routine No. 3, is it okay if we do it ‘ahead of schedule’ tonight?”
“That’s fine… ‘voice’?”
“Yes. The good things about you today—
‘Being able to turn waiting into something cute today.’
‘Being fully prepared as material, and returning to consultation.’
‘Writing a line in front of me to allow yourself the maximum.’”
“That’s an unfair way to praise someone.”
“It’s the truth.”
Touch. Ten seconds.
Sit. Five minutes.
Everything becomes a small ritual, a certain sweetness.
