Hmmm. Perhaps it's best not to test the universe and beg for bigger surprises.

[The flesh could become fully formed and digest them all. Knives could grab his brother and gut the living where they stand. Everyone could get permanently goated and sold off to a space farm.]

I heard some, but... [She waggles her hand.] They are nice. Just peculiar. Though, perhaps not more so than any of us are to each other.

[She brings her knees up, folding her arms atop and laying her head down as she regards Shouxue.]

We're a strange bunch ourselves. But I think it's one of our charms.