Locke smiled, handed Carrie the gift he lifted in his hand, said, then took off his coat, hung it on the hood rack, walked into the yard, and saw Agatha fiddling with a doll in her hand.

This doll looks similar to Chester's daughter.

Lock walked over, looking at Agatha who was holding the doll with one hand and a steel needle with the other, as if he was eager to try, and smiled: "So you are Francisco."

Agatha said without looking back: "I don't think she is Snow White!"

Francisco, Snow White's vicious stepmother.

Agatha said this, shook her head, put away the doll in her hand, looked at Locke who was sitting down in front of her, and with a thud, two drinks appeared directly in front of her.

Locke lowered his head, looked at the drink in front of him, and took a sip: "It's delicious."

"Then what?"

"Nothing."

Lock shrugged and put down the drink in front of him: "I am not good at drinking, but I just have a special liking for Bourbon. The other wines are all the same in my mouth."

Agatha laughed: "Didn't you just say I'm Frankisco? This is the rum made from Frankisco asking Magic Mirror and finding the best sugar cane. I thought you've drunk it."

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked at Agatha.

Good guy.

I'm talking about Francisco in the fairy tale. You're right, you just created a realistic version.

but……

"Francisco, it shouldn't be from our world."

"Um."

Agatha nodded: "It's not from this world, but when I was on a business trip, I met there. Speaking of which, it's been almost a hundred years."

Locke smiled and said, "I don't know you've been on business in other worlds."

Agatha smiled sly: "I have been to Texas in another world and have known Clark Kent. Guess who he looks like in my eyes."
Chapter completed!