The sky grew darker, approaching the end of the day. A long and narrow refractory displayed different kinds of delicious food in the middle of it. The conversation split in half as at one end, Xiulan, Hualing, and Quan chattered noisily like the talkative birds, in an uproar. The rest of the folk was on the other end, the situation was a perfect example of contradiction, tranquil and quiet.
"Biscuit, hand me the towel beside you." Delun posed a request.
Annoyed at disturbing her, "Why am I Biscuit? Do I seem edible?" Xiulan frowned and blabbed back, oblivious to the meaning behind her words.
Quan noisily cleared his throat, making loud noises. Then he shouted like he was in a choir, testing his voice. "Ar ar ar…"
Despite Quan's attempt at interrupting the awkward conversation, Delun smirked indecently. "Shall we test it out?"
