Waffle and Panda do not own Mulan or any of its characters. All rights go to Disney.
Summary: You would think that the savior of China could brew some decent tea at the very least.
God Bless
"Ladies first," the man in front of me suavely says. He sweeps his arms in the direction of the path. But as I had taken that regrettable dare last night in the dark and moth ridden tavern, I was seeing double, plenty more than I need; my future could not say the same, though.
"Yield favor of the gentleman," I reply as steadily as I can. I would rather not make a fool out of myself and crash into the random pebbles strewn all over the path. I bowed my head as docilely as possible, trying to finally put into use the stupid lessons on ladylike etiquette I had been forced to endure as a child.
Shang raises his eyebrow, but wordlessly leads the way to the high-end restaurant. I force my eyes to focus on the back of Shang's shoes so I had some sort of straight line to follow but I inevitably stumble when I remember that I have to prepare and pour tea for my fiancé.
God bless.
God have mercy on my poor soul and the souls of my ancestors who will be rolling in their graves all night.
God bless.
-Inside the restaurant-
Okay, now. Steady, Mulan. You can do this. You will NOT poison Shang. Oh God, I'm going to poison Shang. China will have my head.
Just then, a tremor runs through my hand, making me stop myself from potentially poisoning Shang (miracles do happen), but making me spill the boiling water all over Shang's late mother's special robes. Hissing, I quickly hide the water stain in the folds of the dress; but in my haste, I drop twenty too many chamomile flowers and early grey leaves into the pot for steeping. My body decides now would be a good time to faint to preserve myself from further harm.
God bless me.
Although I was hoping that Shang would simply abandon the restaurant and help me home, I completely did not think of the scenario in which Shang would pour the scalding poison (cough, tea) down my own throat. At least he didn't get poisoned.
God bless.
That was the end of our relationship. At least China got a revenge driven general.
After that day, tea leaves and flowers had only been sold on the Chinese black market. There were more girls who rejoiced when tea was banned than I predicted. After that day, the sight of tea leaves and flowers cause me to rip them apart with my sword because of "reflex." Alas, I'm free.
God bless.
Mushu will be so happy for me.
God bless.