"Quizen." Cleora brightened up when she finally saw the mediator. "Perfect timing, child! I was about to come and get you if you take any longer than this."
"That's.." Quizen blinked, finding the right words. "Great..? Can you please tell me what is going on?"
Cleora faced him and smiled. "We're going on a trip."
"A trip?" The mediator repeated.
Before anyone could clarify what was happening to Quizen, Jonathan stepped forward with his bag clutched tightly in his hand.
"It's best to start walking back to the house now, Mrs. Coison." The mediator stated bluntly and shot Quizen a pointed glance. "Regarding your answer, I think Coco would be the best fit to do it."
Quizen raised an eyebrow at those words and when Cleora didn't bother rejecting Jonathan's suggestion, the five of them started walking towards the direction of Coco's house— of course, with a confused Quizen trailing behind them.
