Big Guns For Bing-Gan

[Corwin]

"Well, friends always nag you about things," she attempts to explain. "Do this, don't do that... it's annoying. No friend I had could ever appreciate just looking at the clouds for hours, no, it was always do chores with me or other boring stuff."

Bing Gan sighs. "Plus, they would always steal my lunch. Food is important, you know!"

[Kwokinator]

"So..." Hao Long sweatdrops. "The reason you don't have any friends is because of food... I... see..."

[Corwin]

"Not just food," she replies, "though it played a large part." She then shrugs. "Friends just seem too troublesome to keep."

[Kwokinator]

"So are you going to leave me too?" Hao Long asks, not looking Bing Gan but instead finding great interest in observing the ground five inches away from his feet as he walks.

[Corwin]

"Huh?" Bing Gan looks at him quizzically. "What are you talking about? They were the ones to leave." She narrows her eyes. "With my hard-earned collection of sweets, at that."

[Kwokinator]

Hao Long sweatdrops.

"'Hard-earned collection of sweets'?" he echoed. "Were you like, six or something?"

[Corwin]

"Five and four months, but who's counting?" she replies flippantly.

[Kwokinator]

"You, apparently," Hao Long returns with a smirk.

"Note to self," he says to himself, but making sure it's loud enough to be overheard by his companion. "Do not piss off Bing Gan, for she will keep grudges for over ten years."

[Corwin]

"I was really looking forward to eating them on my birthday, you know," she tells him with a huff. Then she smirks herself. "Of course, in the end, vengeance was mine."

[Kwokinator]

"What'd you do to them?" Hao Long asks, suddenly fearing for Bing Gan's childhood friends' lives.  Or sanity.

[Corwin]

"Fufufu." She smiles evilly. "Nothing much."

[Kwokinator]

"So what's 'nothing much'?" Hao Long prods, not intending to give up.

[Corwin]

Snickering, Bing Gan moves ahead of him on the trail.

[Kwokinator]

"C'mon, tell me!" Hao Long quickly picks up his pace to follow.

[Corwin]

"Ah, but it's your turn to tell me a story," she says in a chiding tone of voice. "It's just not right that I'm doing all the talking."