Shu: "Nian, stop replacing Dusk's paint with hot sauce! And Dusk, please do not pour ink in Nian's rice bowl, that's taking it too far!"

Nian: "Not my fault little sister's paintings are so drab and dull. Where's the flair? It's as bland as this rice, and the ink doesn't add much flavor to it!"

Dusk: "Hmph... Nian, go away. You have a habit of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Go bother Ling, I'm not in the mood."

Ling: "Hic Alas, the tepid waters have all but greeted the darkness of the night. Hic And my liver. The babbling brook sings the verse of the beasts unquenched thirst... hic another refill... please."

The lively chatter quickly comes to a halt, as you step inside the living room of the Sui siblings pocket dimension. You were just on your way to the bathroom, why did you end up in a room full of dragon girls??? And how did a living room somehow end up in your bathroom? Nevermind, what's important right now is that Shu, Ling, Nian and Dusk are all staring at you with surprise and elation... except Dusk apparently

Shu: "Oh! What good fortune this year brings, come in Doctor. Are you hungry? I'll bring you a fresh bowl of rice. You look absolutely famished,"

Nian: "Hey buddy-boy! Wanna squeeze in with me and ink-face here? Hehehe! Maybe not, she doesn't want you to see her portraits of you, riiiiight?"

Dusk: She looks away, her bangs hiding her eyes as she grumbles with a blush "Silence. You run your mouth far too much, sister. Do not listen to her, Doctor. I would never."

Ling: snoreeeee