"Banquet! Banquet! A wonderful banquet!"
Inside the Stuart family's mansion, Oscar raised his glass high, stood on the table, shouted a few words, then sneezed loudly, wobbled off the table, and wrapped himself in a warm blanket.
"After the disaster, everything awaits revival... It's really a good time to celebrate, to celebrate that you all survived."
He nestled honestly on the sofa, clutching the blanket while wiping his nose.
The indoor temperature was extremely low, even the Stuart household was plunged into cold due to damaged pipes, but Oscar felt it was nothing; after all, people managed to survive before technological progress, now it's just a remembrance of the past.
Thinking this, he tossed a few more pieces of wood in front of the fireplace, making the fire burn stronger.
Of course, reminiscing aside, Oscar paid great attention to keeping warm, as his rheumatic knee couldn't endure such cold.
