"Where did it come from?"
Sitting on a rock, Flossie Wright pointed at the campfire and asked Rowdy Brightwill.
Of course, she wasn't asking about the campfire, but about the steamed buns.
If the campfire had been taken from the campsite, then the surrounding trainees wouldn't just be envious.
For something that could make people extremely envious and only able to covet, it must have come in a somewhat special way.
"Given by tourists," Rowdy Brightwill explained animatedly, paused, and added, "The ski resort is nearby; when we went out to collect firewood, we bumped into a few lost ones. After sending them back, they specially bought these for us."
"Can you take it?"
Flossie raised an eyebrow.
It's a rule not to take things from civilians.
"No," Rowdy Brightwill shrugged, "so we paid them."
"?"
Flossie frowned.
Both giving and paying for it is illogical, moreover—
They didn't have a single penny on them.
"Online transfer."
