"It is, but that's why it's dangerous too." Xue Yang raises their hands and kisses Xingchen's fingers, "Don't eat anything that sounds too interesting. I don't want it to grow fangs in your stomach."

Thanks to that battle, he is now suspicious of rice, too.

"Is it shocking that I take care of the people who are good to me?" he asks, suddenly serious, "I'm not usually the one that bails."

Ying finds them the best spot - near the fireplace on a big pillow. She yawns and lays down on her belly, offering her soft fur to her friend if she wants to stay on her back.