Little Lian, engrossed in eating persimmons, suddenly remembered something and let out a thoughtful "Hmm!"
"What's up? Did you swallow a persimmon seed?" Dubian Che asked with concern.
"It's okay," Kiyono Lin said. "Indigestible things will pass through the intestines and be expelled from the body without much impact."
"You even know that? It seems the title 'Dora A Lin' can no longer describe you," Dubian Che said, looking at her with some surprise.
"That title, I have never acknowledged it, have I? If you must give me a nickname, please think of something cuter and cooler and report back to me."
"That's going to be difficult; 'Dora A Lin' is the cutest and coolest I could think of."
"It looks like you've thought of quite a few unpleasant nicknames," Kiyono Lin said, looking at Dubian Che with a gentle smile. "Remember to show me your notebook when we get back to Tokyo."
"That's absolutely not happening," Dubian Che flatly refused.
