Qingran leaned back slightly, arms crossed as she watched Anya reminisce. "You still play often?"
Anya huffed, rolling her eyes. "Not as much as I used to, but I haven't completely lost my touch." She smirked. "Don't think you'll get an easy win just because it's been a while."
Qingran's lips quirked slightly. "We'll see."
[Host, are you planning to humiliate her on the court?] Lingquan's voice echoed in her mind, a mix of amusement and curiosity.
Qingran shot the cat a side glance. "I'll take it easy on her."
[How merciful.]
Anya stretched, pushing off the couch. "Alright, I'll go make some calls and see what I can do about your list. You're hanging around till we head to the court, right?"
Qingran nodded. "Yeah, I'll stay."
Anya grinned. "Good. Try not to look so intense all the time, Qingqing. You'll scare the neighbors."
Qingran only shrugged, but the teasing lilt in Anya's voice was familiar, grounding in a way she hadn't realized she needed.
