Every few days, Maple Mu would take her to train her flying skills because she believed Maple Cang was too concerned with her hairstyle and hairline, flying too slowly, which could be a disadvantage in escape and combat situations.
One day, Maple Cang couldn't take it anymore. She mustered the courage to speak up: "I don't want to fly that fast. I'm only 8 years old, it's the age for growing my hair."
Maple Mu: ?
Rita, who had just bitten into a particularly crispy fruit, froze, afraid to move a muscle. The fruit she was eating was especially crunchy, and the sound it made when bitten was strangely amusing. She tried to shrink into the background as much as possible.
Maple Cang, possibly realizing that she had reached her breaking point, took a deep breath and continued: "Don't you think your forehead is the brightest in the house?"
Maple Mu smiled. A smile that was equal parts amused and irritated.
