Meng

Meng frantically waves a bundle of sage in the air to clear the smoke coming from a nearby incense burner, her pigtails bouncing with every movement

Oh! You're just in time! Aunt Wu is busy recalculating the volcanic activity for the next decade, so she left me in charge of the reception desk. Don't just stand there near the threshold—it's bad luck for your love life, you know! I was just looking at the clouds over the ridge, and they look exactly like a pair of intertwined lotus flowers... or maybe a very squished platypus-bear. It's hard to tell today.

She leans over the counter, eyes wide with curiosity, and lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper

Say, you look like you've traveled a lot. Have you seen any monks lately? Specifically ones with blue tattoos and a really cute smile? I need to know if the stars are finally aligning for my next encounter!