"The dropper and I must appear together." The measuring cylinder stated the facts expressionlessly.
"Oh? You can't even make physical contact, how can you give her happiness?" Dropper narrowed her narrow peach blossom eyes, half-smiling, "Besides, Dropper and Dropper are a match made in heaven."
The dropper girl squatted silently in the corner and quietly called her white moonlight and cinnabar mole - the faucet: "Goddess save me QAQ"