After having their fill, Delsa, the elder, suggested checking out Xiang Pa, who stood before him with a serious face, maintaining the standard posture of a primary school student.
"Xiang Pa is truly magnificent," Delsa said with the look of an enthusiast. He casually sliced down a tree of bowl-sized proportions with his knife-made hand. Before the tree had a chance to topple, he forcefully snapped off a section, expertly whittling the thick tree down to two long toothpicks.
"Snap..."
The faint sound of toothpicks breaking was incredibly loud in the elder's heart.
"Fancy a toothpick?"
The elder accepted the tiny toothpick with a devout expression.
"Hmm." Delsa contentedly flossed a thread of meat from between his teeth. His four extended fangs were so white they dazzled the elder.
