My parents ... here.
They threw caution to the wind and came to this remote countryside house. Probably with the intention of talking me out of wasting my life fixing up my grandparents' old home.
I smile sympathetically. "Welcome, Mom and Dad. Welcome to the Wendigo Residence Inn. And you're not hallucinating or imagining things. The guy at the desk is the Chinese Monkey King, Sun Wukong. He's my nephew. Feel free to make as many 'monkey's uncle' jokes as you want. This is Daji, the fox spirit of china--a goddess. She's also my mate. My partner. The two who caught you sneaking around are Wukong's friends Sandy and Pigsy."
Remembering their manners, Sandy and Pigsy bow. "Sorry we scared you," Sandy says, sincere. "We just thought you might be from the Consortium."
"The WHAT?" my father asks.
"Your MATE?" My mother's eyes are on Daji, who straightens up and dares my mother with a look to say anything derogatory.
