"So?" Helena began, laying down a plate of stir-fried vegetables and steamed rice, along with a few boiled eggs, on the table. "Since you're fetching me with a motorcycle, I believe we're moving houses?"
The middle-aged woman maintained a composed exterior, but inwardly, she wasn't too sure and was merely probing.
After all, how could a student barely a year into wizardry studies obtain enough money for a city life?
The Manatech Motorcycle was probably not her son's, and he was only here to visit.
Either that or he was engaging in something illegal.
If he were, then she would give him a piece of her mind and refuse to leave.
In any case, Helena was determined to find out what her son had been up to over the past few months.
"Yeah," Hal confirmed, devouring a mouthful alongside Loki, who had been given his own portions.
"And? How exactly did you earn the money for it? Also, is that motorcycle yours?" Helena followed up, her tone slightly cold and stern.
