Huli carried her two left and right guardians down the stairs, one perched on each shoulder, then sat obediently at the dining table waiting for food. Eileen, meanwhile, stood on the table, staring fixedly at the two Wingman Chickens on the Fox Girl's shoulders.
The two pairs of crossed eyes stared fixedly at the little doll on the table as well. Both sides radiated an aura of equally matched intelligence.
"I think those two mean me no good," Eileen suddenly said. "There's mischief brewing in their eyes."
"Impossible. White Cut and Salt Baked are very well-behaved!" Huli immediately said with a serious expression. "They practically only sleep in my tails normally, and they never fight when I let them out..."
"They obviously passed out because they couldn't handle all the random junk you fed them, all right?!" Eileen glared. No one could explain exactly how Huli had raised the two chicks into this strange state, but the reason behind it was clearly inseparable from the Nine-tailed Fox's assortment of bizarre "immortal arts" and the "Spiritual Essence" things she had cobbled together. Thinking of that made Eileen barely able to hold herself together. "It's a miracle those two things have such strong constitutions. You feed them until they're in shock for three days out of every three and a half, and they still haven't died..."
Huli was taken aback when she heard that. Then she began to think. A moment later, she clapped her hands. "So that's what's going on! I was wondering why they always slept for so long after eating."
Eileen: "...They really are in shock for three days out of every three and a half?!"
"Even spiritual beasts find it difficult to molt and shed their mortal forms, let alone these two, which were originally domestic fowl. A