"Humans... How did you grow a pot on your head too? It looks just like my friend's! However, its pot is a reddish-brown clay one, not as flashy as yours, with all that silver shimmer."
Mr. Bottle said kindly.
"Oh? Is that so! I must meet this friend if I get the chance."
Chen Lun, recalling the descriptions of Mr. Bottle and Mr. Pot from his memory, adjusted the way he spoke, aiming to gain more favorable impression from the other party.
Perhaps because Chen Lun's Charm Value was high enough, plus the effect of "Friend of Animals," Mr. Bottle enthusiastically said:
"I smell the scent of a curse on both of you, may I offer some help?"
"That would be most appreciated, thank you very much,"
Chen Lun, with the silver pot atop his head, pressed his hand to his chest and gave a slight bow toward the bronze bottle.
"It's my pleasure. For me, this is nothing less than a sumptuous feast, ha!"
As Mr. Bottle spoke, he opened his mouth and suctioned.
