Míngqin listened intently on what Joshua was telling him, nodding along. Most of that didn’t really apply to him, he supposed. He didn’t wear any clothes, he couldn’t tell what Joshua had down there, he was sure he couldn’t grow a beard, and he wasn’t sure about differences if voices. But, his chest was flat too!

“Chest flat! You! 

Míngqin like you!”, he chirped in reply. He supposed he must be a he then!