Ponchi sneered openly at Mokona and Conchi just raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "Like we'd be friends with you, you little porkbun!" the kitsune snorted. "You work for that crazy witch lady, and you're not a shaman or a spirit, you're just a-- a--"

"Whatever-it-is!" Ponchi supplied helpfully. Conchi nodded curtly.

"Yeah!! The only stuff we like to stick around is Tamao, women, people to prank on and copious amounts of alcohol! So buzz off!!"

Tamao let out a faint moan and covered her head with her sketchbook. Why couldn't they just be nice? She was such a failure, Anna-sama could control her spirits far better than she ever could . . .