Avina whipped her fake phone and walked off into a remote corner. Ming and Avina continued their bickering, constantly denying or affirming whether or not Avina was a pig. Avina didn't think her natural beauty and simple grace matched that of a mud rolling pig. Pigs can be cute but they can never be as beautiful as her. Ming didn't think she had an ounce of grace to herself, deeming her manners to be that of a pig.
Despite their constant bickering, Ming still managed to pull out the GPS and Avina pinpointed the location of their group. It was true, they weren't that far off. If lucky, they'll meet them before lunchtime, and they won't starve.
'Take a screenshot,' Avina said. Her lips formed a small smile at the thought of eating something other than carrots and tomatoes. It wasn't as if vegetables were disgusting, it was just uncooked vegetables. A weird preference but something Avina couldn't abandon even while crossing across worlds.
