The war between the Milk Baby and the Fat Woman had come to a temporary halt. They sat together, enjoying a brief peace.
"Milk Baby, when are you going to wean yourself?" Huo Ling'er asked Little Nonpoint, propping her chin on one hand.
"You're already over seven. You can't drink milk your whole life, can you?"
"When you're in your teens, in your twenties, married with children and grandchildren and a family of your own, will you still be drinking milk?"
By the end, Huo Ling'er was laughing at her own words.
Little Nonpoint's face darkened. She was clearly mocking the great Lord Little Nonpoint.
"Didn't you just say I'd never find a Dao Companion?"
"You certainly won't on your own. But once I'm empress, if I'm in a good mood, perhaps I'll grant you a marriage." Huo Ling'er sat up straight and lifted her chin.
She was the future empress of the Fire Nation!
"Please. An empress?" Little Nonpoint scoffed. "You'll have to wait until I found my own Imperial Dynasty and give you a fief. Then you can be an empress."
"A Milk Baby like you thinks he can found an Imperial Dynasty and become the Human Emperor?"
"A Fat Woman like you thinks she can become an empress?"
And just like that, they were bickering again.
"You still haven't answered when you're going to wean yourself!" Huo Ling'er slapped the table with a smack.
"I'll wean myself when you lose weight!" Little Nonpoint snapped. Then he caught himself.
"Don't put words in my mouth. I don't drink milk anymore. I only ask for Beast Milk to make Milk Tea!" Little Nonpoint protested.
"Milk Tea doesn't count as Beast Milk. Uncle Meng taught me how to make it, and he drinks it too!"
The little fellow had even