"You're here, so someone has to make sure you're all right." Sizhui said as he cheerfully follows him to the restaurant. "Even if it means you'll living on fried chicken or whatever they're giving you."

He snorts, "I'll tell him we patrol for justice." But then Sizhui has a sudden flash of an idea before he opens the door. An idea to set him free. "I have an idea. I'll tell him you're sick and you have a stomachache and you made a mess of your costume, and I'm here to take you home."

Turning to Jing Yi. Sizhui with his mischief streak. "You know how to act sick, do you? If you can pull it off, I'm sure he'll believe us and he'll set you free."