On a midsummer afternoon, Lin Xiaolu returned to consciousness from a long stretch of Spiritual Thought, sitting on the couch with the air conditioning on, listlessly picking up her phone in the living room.
She breezed through some boring messages on social media and chuckled at a few short videos before putting her phone down, sensing something amiss, and saying with confusion, "Hasn't Fairy been out for too long?"
"Relax, it has its own things to do."
Leaning on the couch, Xia Liang drawled, "Didn't we talk about this before? The search for potential Magical Girls is making progress or something."
"But this is too long; usually, it's back before or around lunchtime, but now it's almost three in the afternoon."
Resting her chin in her hand, Lin Xiaolu pondered for a moment and then abruptly looked up, making a sudden judgment, "Something's fishy."
"What's fishy?" Xia Liang asked languidly, already used to her somewhat jumpy logic.