Di Feisheng's patient interest was wasted. Only Li Lianhua could make so thorough an inspection of something, with such a well-tempered and attentive audience, and still manage to proclaim only things that would be obvious to anyone with any sense. Tell him about kinds of knife next, since the subject of bones and how to make someone invested in conflict have already been covered. It's not like the panther interrupted his opportunity for a lecture, he just decided to be bad at it.

Di Feisheng is already doing his feline best expression of reproach, ears and all, before Li Lianhua finishes his detective act and throws the thing. Having to hurriedly pounce it out of the air like a dropped tea cup is undoubtedly just as funny in this shape, as is the huff of disdain at having the tangled mess under his claws yet again, at the prospect of having to return it, and at Li Lianhua as a whole. Tell him the important stuff or stop saying words. Stop throwing clattery things too. Better yet, go back to paying attention to Di Feisheng. But surely he will do that anyway.

He's right of course, however unfortunately, as is becoming all too familiar. Possibly this is the thought Di Feisheng is telegraphing with a speculative look at the window he'd just had such a good time leaping through, now visibly reluctant to repeat the performance if it means defending his actions to a lunatic. Can't he just get stabbed instead. Incredible that Li Lianhua would suggest such a thing after saying he could hang it from his dao he doesn't even have. He foregoes the toy windchime entirely to pad over to the window and peer out instead, standing up like a person. Check the vengeance forecast and think about diplomacy, with a heartfelt sigh borrowed from unemployed real animals everywhere. It will be more work than stealing, unfortunately, and he can't even be a panther about it.