Little Jinzi frowned, looking miserable: "So we... can't touch it anymore?"
Little Taotie blinked, her childish voice a bit excited: "We hit it first, that's our fault, but if it hits us first, and then I hit it back, that's self-defense, and we won't go to jail."
"Really?" Little Jinzi immediately looked cheerful, smiling broadly.
"Yes, that's how it works!" Little Taotie nodded seriously.
Little Jinzi was happy for a short moment before worrying again: "If it hits us first, won't we get killed? Its tail is thicker than my dad's thigh. If it whips me with its tail, I'd probably die."
"...Makes some sense." Little Taotie sized up Little Jinzi, "You do look quite easy to get killed."
The Island Master, who had arrived at the "scene of the crime", was planning to approach but found the conversation between the two little cubs amusing. So instead of interrupting, he hid behind a big tree to secretly watch and listen.
