At the barbecue restaurant, Leon and Rosvisser brought their little treasure, Muse, to the counter to place their order. After they finished, Rosvisser chose a quiet table by the window.

“Hefei, what do you want to eat?”
The little red-and-black-haired girl stared at the array of dishes on the menu, swallowing hard.
“Steak, lightly spiced chicken wings, and a vegetable platter!”

The server jotted down her requests.
“Just that, Hefei? Don’t forget what I told you.”
“To have a strong body, food is essential,” Konstantin said sternly.

Hefei scratched her temple and reluctantly added,
“Alright… I’ll take another order of chicken wings then.”
“Good.”

Muse, observing the father-daughter duo, glanced thoughtfully at them before turning to her own father. Her big, curious eyes blinked up at him as she asked,
“Daddy, does eating more make you stronger?”
“Not necessarily. Why do you ask?”

“Uncle Konstantin said so.”
“...I don’t think that’s quite what your Uncle Konstantin meant.”

Muse blinked again, her lovely eyes filled with confusion, and then asked out of nowhere,
“So, Daddy, are you stronger than Uncle Konstantin?”