"Grandpa, boys are very evil creatures, you know." Zia said with an angry pout.
She was sitting on a small reclining chair beside him while Grandpa sat on a much larger one, a cup of tea with faint steam rising from it resting in his hands.
"All of them?" he asked calmly, staring at her with a serious expression.
Zia quickly laughed and shook her head. "No, Grandpa. You're not an evil creature. You're a good boy. And scary suit uncle too."
Grandpa gave a small nod of satisfaction at that. He blew lightly on the tea before taking another sip, quietly listening to her endless complaints.
"There is a new boy in my class," she continued angrily. "He's very troublesome and has been disturbing everybody since he came. One day he touched my hair and asked why it looked like the hot spicy noodles his aunt cooks for him."
Grandpa suddenly coughed gently into his fist before nodding for her to continue.
