Hu Li carried her Left and Right Guardians on her shoulders, went downstairs, and sat in front of the dining table, waiting obediently for the meal. Erin stood on the table, staring intently at the two chickens on the fox girl's shoulders.
The two pairs of crossed eyes stared back at the small puppet on the table, both sides exuding an aura of equally matched wisdom.
"I think they're up to no good," Erin suddenly said, "There's mischief brewing in their eyes."
"Impossible, White Cut and Salt Roasted are very well-behaved!" Hu Li said seriously, "They usually just sleep in my tail, and they never fight when they're let out..."