Before Raka and Grandpa Po had even finished breakfast, guests showed up in the doorway. Twin girls stood there, grinning and giggling, the morning light gleaming in their bright red hair.
The girls were a little younger than Raka, though she wasn't sure exactly how much younger they were. She had met them at the feast the night before and remembered liking them...but couldn't recall their names.
"Well, well," said Grandpa Po, looking up with a smile from his plate of fish. "If it isn't the welcoming committee."
The twins giggled and scuffed their bare feet on the wood floor. "Good morning, King Po," they said at the same time.
"Are you here to clean my house?" said Grandpa Po.
The twins giggled again. "No," they both told him, fidgeting and bumping shoulders with amusement.
"Bu
