“What’s good about cheese? A slice of cheese in good condition can make the day a lot better.”
Mycel said, looking at the girl who lowered her head on the table once again, shaking his index finger in the air with every word he said in the second sentence. For him, it was a nonsense question-cheese was his favorite food. And it could make a meal much better. Noticing another student talking to him, he turned to the boy and made the most graceful bow he could without touching the food and sitting on a chair.
“Mycel Fung, at your service.”
He said.