At Furris's suggestion, Mu Ying's fruit banquet was not held in the floral hall of the banquet area but directly in the orchard.
The elves all loved to stay in places with a strong natural ambiance.
When they met again, the elves were noticeably more at ease, each obviously dressed up in exquisite formal wear.
The elves' formal wear was not cumbersome and heavy like that of humans; instead, it was lighter and more beautiful.
"Little goddess!" Layla, holding an accordion, grinned flatteringly at Mu Ying, obviously self-conscious about what she had just said in the group, "I really was saying you're smart!"
"I know!" Mu Ying waved her hand, "Just call me Mu Ying! I'm a few hundred years younger than you, and being addressed so formally feels strange. Let's keep it normal!"
"Then by age, you should call me sister," Layla muttered.
"Sister Layla," Mu Ying agreed amiably. Calling someone sister was no big deal.
