[JiangJiangJiang Han: I've got my people ready on my end.] [Bai Enqiu: You're not bringing your girlfriend over, are you?] [JiangJiangJiang Han: Huh? I don't have a girlfriend. Miss Octopus, are you still half-asleep? Oh, and how's the aperitif paired with octopus sashimi?]
Jiang Han swiftly typed out a line. She was confirming the details with Kraken.
Things like what clothes to bring, what preparations to make—it was a little like going on a trip.
The bad news was that there was no need to bring an evening gown—Jiang Zhenling's dream of a high-end witch banquet was one hundred percent—no, one hundred and twenty percent—dead in the water.
The good news was that they needed to prepare swimsuits—Jiang Miao and Miss Chen Ligu's guess of a "beach vacation" actually seemed to have some basis to it.
What made Jiang Han a little unhappy was that Kraken had only said what clothes to bring, without revealing a single thing about what they would be doing.
Jiang Han picked out a warm yellow swimsuit, with fitted shorts and a short skirt, in a cute, bright style.
Ding-dong.
She glanced at the phone on her bed:
[Bai Enqiu: You don't mind introducing who you'll be bringing in advance, do you? It will affect the "quality of my hospitality."]
Socializing truly came with all sorts of problems.
The issues in witches' single-sex society included many social problems that landfolk would not consider problems at all:
1. Every friend around the girl you fancy—even her cousins five generations removed—is your enemy!
2. If the number of girls you fancy is more than just "one," then theoretically, you want to fuck her, but you're also afraid she'll go fuck her!
3. A communal hot spring prepared for witches