"Why must you always rain on my parade, old hag?" Senti, also known as the Herrscher of Sentience, complained to her "original" Fu Hua self, who shot her a disapproving stare. The two Fu Huas had stopped in town to explore, but Senti was growing frustrated with not being able to have fun on her own terms.

"Your impulsiveness never ceases to amaze me," Fu Hua remarked with a sigh. "It's like dealing with a tantrum-prone child."

"Hey!" Senti protested, stomping her foot in annoyance. "Who are you calling a child?" she snapped, her frown deepening.

"I swear... We've barely traveled together, and yet you're already making a scene," Fu Hua remarked, shaking her head. "Can't you just take a moment to appreciate the scenery instead of rushing through everything?"

"It's not my fault you're too old to keep up!" Senti retorted.

Fu Hua sighed once more. "You're still just a child at heart, I see."

"I told you I'm not a child!"

"Yes, you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Then stop acting like one!"

"Stop acting like an old-timer!"

"Is it my fault you can't handle a little responsibility?"

"I'm not a child!"

Ah yes, a granddaughter x grandmother moment. How sweet.