❰ in a fit of giggles, not only does jiang yanli's small laugh become audible again, she also undulates against the sides of the cauldron, gummy surface jigging at a faster speed. ❱
A-Xian, I can imagine you lighting a fire and piercing a whole pumpkin with a spear to put over it. Or have a rudely underestimated you and your roasting prowess?
( okay, that's. that's absolutely a thing he would do, no question about it. in fact, he vaguely recalls getting scolded by wen qing for that very thing. but! wei ying's pointing his free index finger down at the slime, waggling it a bit. ) Now, you see here, ( he says, which may be the fondest scolding to ever be delivered but that's neither here nor there. ) I've roasted all kinds of things. It's not as if I packed one of your fancy stoves up the mountain, you know. You'd be surprised what sorts of things a man can roast.
❰ after becoming a slime, jiang yanli's form was basically one mass of matter with a disregard for the surface tension of most things. this particular talent hasn't been fully explored yet — there are no cliffs to watch her expertly maneuver down, walls to ever-so-quickly ooze up in a feat that appears to defy gravity.
though, truthfully, she doesn't even need a surface to attach herself to in order to achieve movement. instinctually, all it takes is a desire and a portion of her reaches upward to smoothly spin around wei wuxian's finger; a teasing handshake of sorts. her surface is cool, and has an odd texture that isn't sticky or slimy...but that might leave the impression that her withdrawal would leave behind a residue, like the sensation of one's hand after it's been clasped by a clammy, elderly relative. ❱
Then in that case, I'm sure that you can achieve cooking a well-rounded meal tonight without my assistance. I'm sad you haven't roasted your eldest sister anything before, being a master at the craft...before now, when I can't enjoy the fruits of your labor.
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A-Xian, I can imagine you lighting a fire and piercing a whole pumpkin with a spear to put over it. Or have a rudely underestimated you and your roasting prowess?
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though, truthfully, she doesn't even need a surface to attach herself to in order to achieve movement. instinctually, all it takes is a desire and a portion of her reaches upward to smoothly spin around wei wuxian's finger; a teasing handshake of sorts. her surface is cool, and has an odd texture that isn't sticky or slimy...but that might leave the impression that her withdrawal would leave behind a residue, like the sensation of one's hand after it's been clasped by a clammy, elderly relative. ❱
Then in that case, I'm sure that you can achieve cooking a well-rounded meal tonight without my assistance. I'm sad you haven't roasted your eldest sister anything before, being a master at the craft...before now, when I can't enjoy the fruits of your labor.