"Though, I might ask if you're comfortable from time to time, just to be polite."
The Old Elder waved a dismissive hand. "Politeness is one thing; smothering is another. No, you're a breath of fresh air, child. I can always trust you."
As soon as the old elder said those words, Westley walked in holding a basket of fresh fruits and a disposable bag. He placed the fruit basket on a table and brought out a cup and lemonade from the bag.
He then twisted open the cap of the lemonade bottle. He carefully poured the clear liquid into the cup until it was about halfway full.
With a gentle smile, he handed the cup to his grandpa.
"Thank you very much, Little Sixth. Did you get me the book?" Grandpa inquired, collecting the cup from Westley.
"Of course, I did," Westley answered, picking the history book from his disposable bag and giving it to the old elder.
