"Your highness, I prefer if you left my jello alone." Feng Jie replied, "I am eating it."
"I can't believe you can eat with those fangs." Khan spoke, "They only show when you want them to."
"It's part of my nature." Feng Jie remarked, "You never commented on it before."
"I didn't comment because I felt like that would I make me less impressive," Khan replied.
"Makes sense." Feng Jie replied, "Makes
sense."
Bai Cha sat down with them both, "White tea comes in a drilling storm."
"Please, more like a bitter mix of salt and dead body smells mixed together and placed in a burning fire—with half cheaper burn matcha," Khan remarked.
"That would be a horrible way of making tea." Feng Jie spoke, "You might kill someone before they ever drink such a nasty half-baked concoction let alone an idiot would drink that. You would use melted marshmallows to make it taste more pleasant and a slip of lavender."
"Then they would get addicted." Khan replied, "Then it would be a never-ending cycle unless you used rat poison—no one ever traces anything without using magic these days."
"That's why I said, my jello is better than white tea and more effective to use to Jill someone with." Feng Jie spoke, "Of course, this is just a mere joke for extra credit in Mystery writing class, I took after a rather interesting suggestion."
"That makes proper sense, you'll pass with flying colors." Khan replied, "Nothing to worry about, in any case—we'll have a free day and be able to attend the new re-opening of the milkshake bar after the car accident that rammed right into the place and tried to kill the owner, of the third time this week."
"The owner is rather mysterious, some people even say he's an outlaw from the wild western side of the country." Feng Jie spoke, "Though he has a rather thick New Yorker accent, so I'm rather confused as well—considering his grandma has a thicker English accent and his mother has a mix of English and New Yorker as well."
"Suppose we should ask then? I feel like that would make the mystery duller and our bet weaker." Khan spoke.
"Agreed, the bet still stands. I refused to go three weeks without a proper conversation without using hand gestures—it's like the terrible incident of 1989." Feng Jie replied, "Horror all over again."