"I'll listen to Nina."
"So will I."
Mino and Yanai shot each other a look, snorted coldly, and turned their faces away in opposite directions.
In the next round, Mino lost again.
Nina glanced at the egg babies, wondering how to let them carry out the punishment. A scene from a drama she'd once watched surfaced in her mind—forehead flicking as a forfeit. That seemed manageable for the babies.
She carried the eggs onto the bed and had Mino kneel with his head resting against the bedside.
"Babies, Uncle Mino lost the game. You're in charge of the punishment. Each of you come over and give him one bump on the face or head, alright?"
The eggs wobbled eagerly in response, practically vibrating with excitement.
Although Nina and Yanai stood close by to make sure none of them rolled off the bed, there was an unmistakable air of anticipation in the room.
"Say something so they can find you," Nina reminded.
The egg babies could follow scent, but sound made things easier.
