Today, again, the food stores were being depleted at an astonishing rate.
Since it was already a hassle to get him this food in the first place, it was certainly bad to have to replace it so soon.
He sat at the table gnawing on a leg of meat. He didn't know where the leg came from, although it was a bird.
Beside the table there was only the Waiter tapping her foot anxiously.
He kept eating.
Dark circles and a pale face made him almost look like he was wearing makeup.
"Hey, you look really bad," the spoiled girl had an unusually agitated face.
So he put his head on the table and started to shiver, his body covered in a sheen of sweat.
He didn't move from there.
From the following evening, the sorceress woke up at her desk, wearing her previous clothes and only her monocle put aside. On the surface was an unfinished script, which was still missing its music.
Come to think of it, the Gardener was in charge of adding the music when he wasn't giving details.
Looking over, his notes were in the chair next to her.
Ma picked up the script with a raised brow; they were also unfinished.
Well, we were all up late yesterday.
The newest screenplay had caused a lot of ruckus for the theater, when that Waiter had thrown a fit at the screen. It was almost impossible to calm her down.
Ma smiled and shook her head. Well, that had been an interesting show.
With a yawn, she put her glass back on and took a look at what still needed to be finished. Wherever Gammon had gotten off to, she would have to go fetch him again. She didn't want to wait for her newest production.
Downstairs, it seemed to be a little noisy again...
The shrill servants were calling for her. "Sorceress! Sorceress!"
"Sorceress"
"Where are you~~"
"At this moment~~"
They even ran past Ma before catching sight of her.
To them she only gave a smile. "Hmm?"
The two of them grabbed her sleeves like children, and to her questioning glance they only began to drag her along. "It's the Gardener"
"It's the Gardener again"
"Oh?"
To her knowledge, that person had been alright since yesterday. But she let them take her out of the theater and into the graveyard. Nearby there was the Garden, and in the Garden was a man with long dark hair. Gammon, she could see. Their Gardener.
Only, today he was eating the roses off of their bush, twisting them off their stems.
For Ma, the previous Gardener, it was an irritating sight. "Hey! I worked hard on those!"
Without the twins she ran forward and Gammon looked up with petals in his mouth.
His fingers were bleeding from the thorns, and there was a sheen of sweat on his face.
"Eh?" He mumbled.
Ma came and knocked the rose out of his hand.
"What do you think you're doing?! Don't you have better things to do than give yourself stomach pains?"
Gammon's eyes did not look at her. They seemed out of focus.
"…I think so?"
"Idiot!" Coming through the fence, the sorceress began to quickly attend to the battered rosebush. She pushed the Gardener aside, and he nodded while nibbling his finger.
The servants approached. "He's been like that"
"All morning"
"He ate all his food up"
"But he kept eating!"
On Gammon's face there was a gradually darker expression, "I was hungry."
"Normally you of all people would think before doing something rash like that," she muttered, as slowly she coaxed buds to grow back. "Who do you think you are, that Master of the G—!"
Kneeling down, Gammon was plucking off the roses from the bottom of the bush, and chewing up the thorny stems as well.
This time, Ma didn't shout or push him away.
But only watched.