"Pfft, this melon is really sweet."
While munching on watermelon specially requested from the Cruise Restaurant, Lu PingAn happily savored the drama.
"Heh, little Eve went berserk again. What a real hothead."
"Oh? Little Chris actually made that kind of expression. That frustrated look of having a heart full of emotions but not knowing what to say is pretty interesting!"
"Phil... uh, she's glaring at me. Tsk, your whole family has beaten me up already. What's wrong with me eating a little melon?"
Lu PingAn happily watched the show while eating melon, even passing some to his colleagues. It was rather subtle, but the "White Claw and Little Chris" family really was being watched.
"Will they start fighting?"
"I bet they will."
"They can't, meow. They don't have bodies to fight with."
"No, they can. Lord White Claw can go to the Gymnasium. In 'Training Mode,' she can have a physical body to a certain extent."
In Lu PingAn's eyes, there was still plenty more drama to enjoy.
Eve bared her teeth from time to time, occasionally lunging forward to bite in a berserk rage. Though she ultimately only clawed at empty air, the emotion was certainly there.
Phil was at the opposite extreme, utterly silent. With her eyes narrowed and head lowered, she clearly did not want to speak. Yet whenever she looked up, the hatred and weariness in her eyes were impossible to conceal.
If nothing unexpected happened, she would probably soon fall asleep.
The "surprise" Lu PingAn had given her had probably screwed her over again. Phil had clearly not recovered to a combat-ready state. Forcing herself awake had depleted her strength, accelerating her descent into sleep while also delaying the point at which she would be fully charged again.
Was that a coincidence? Hard to say.