Horizon Ridge Slime is not a crime

She could tell Chip was satisfied with her words. The woman's expression was playful, her eyes glinted with mischief. She was (or at least pretended to be) equally flattered by Huā's returned words. She batted her eyes, took a few little leaps and spun around to face Huā, downward-dog style. 

Huā grinned and bounded over too. Careful not to use too much force- not that she, the petite siren, could do much anyway- she races up and intends to slam into Chip's side. Tackle her on the sand and maybe roll a little if she could get them all tangled up.