Wriggle's House
Wriggle's house a few weeks ago would've been nothing more than a shrubbery adorned with small furniture. But, thanks to her new business, Wriggle seemed to have saved up enough money to build a proper house. With whatever technology she bought from the Kappas and the outside-world humans, Wriggle was able to build a modern house made out of glass and metal, powered by some sort of machine powered by the sun. Mystia hated this house; the shrub was better... even though the shrub was small. It had a cozy, homely feeling to it, but this... this thing is alien.
Mystia knocked on the house, but no response came.
Is she sleeping, at this time of the day? Mystia wondered as she tried to knock on the door the second time when Wriggle popped the door open, startling the night sparrow.
"Oh hey Mysti." Wriggle answered the door. She was wearing something from the outside world, a tight boy's pants called "jeans" and a baggy top called "hoodies."

"You surprised me." Mystia grumbled as she clutched her chest. Wriggle chuckled.
"My bad." She said. "Come in, I'll fix you something up."
Interior of Wriggle's house was just as strange as the exterior. First of all, the wide glass wall at the front of the house offered no privacy for Mystia, even though Wriggle didn't seem to mind. Secondly, the... outside world gadgets...
Just look at all these... Mystia thought to herself as she uncomfortably fidgeted around. Wriggle went to a well-lit area that Mystia presumed as the kitchen, opened a metal box, and pulled out two red metal-cans labeled "Coca-Cola," opened the two (the cans opened with a crispy crack sound) and offered one to Mystia.
"Chug."
"What is this?" Mystia asked.
"Coke. Now chug." Wriggle was already drinking hers.
"Is this one of those outside drinks?" Mystia narrowed her eyes.
"Yeah it is. So chug." Wriggle insisted. Mystia half-heartedly took the drink and peered at the open can. The dark liquid bubbled and fizzed as if it was magma, but the can was cold to the touch like Cirno. Mystia shut her eyes and drank the strange concoction, and immediately the liquids inside filled up her mouth with a sweet and violent whizbies.
"Gah!" Mystia loosened her lips from the grip of the metal can as she let her tongue out, as if she was burned by a hot Udon. "Are you trying to electrocute me?"
"Calm down, dude. It's just Carbonate." Wriggle laughed.
"Carbonate? More like poison." Mystia grimaced as she placed the Coke down on a strange marble table. Next to the can was a glowing purple lamp with some sort of liquid floating inside. Wriggle laughed again at Mystia's remark.
"You're just too old-fashioned." Wriggle observed as she sat on a furry chair. "Let me show you some more stuff."
"Whatever." Mystia sighed, wondering what other strange and revolutionary discoveries Wriggle made.