"Yes, I never learned how they carried all those sea-oysters and other things so far to us," Saksaha muses. "They seemed fresh enough to me, even if some others ate too many and felt ill."
The embarrassing sounds come to an end and are followed with some murmured Mekhem endearments addressed to the goat. "There, isn't that better, little one?" Saksaha stands up with the bucket before Fiyanggu can put a foot in it or kick it over, as she's sometimes inclined to do (all goats having at least a little ancestry from Sakkaku, and Fiyanggu more than most).
"So as you see, Matsu-san, everything about it is quite clean and healthy," she says to the mini-Kitteh with a smile.