Shu resists the urge to beam too brightly, for fear that her radiance will blind her visitors and scare them away. It is with great effort that she affixes her usual neutral expression on her face instead.
"How lucky I am to receive two such honored guests at once."
Although... Raph might be too excited about the possibility of food to notice, but there's a small chance Donnie will catch the rapid once-over Shu performs with her eyes as her exceptionally large guest approaches. Shu might be slightly psychic, but one does not need any powers to know that she is thinking she might need more rice.
Fortunately, she bends down beneath the table and retrieves her Backup Pot.
"This is a mid-spring activity in Yan, in celebration of a festival on the fifth day of the fifth month. We make these rice dumplings in honor -- " As she is speaking, she realizes that the explanation is a bit strange, but it's too late. "...of a great poet who drowned in a river. To save his body from being eaten by the fish, the people hastily made these offerings of rice and threw them in the river for the fish to eat instead."
...OK yeah that was downright morbid.
"Would you like to try? Take some bamboo leaves first and overlay them like this. And tell me what sort of fillings you prefer. I have all kinds of meat, mushrooms, shrimp, chestnuts..."
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Date: 2025-05-19 03:23 am (UTC)"How lucky I am to receive two such honored guests at once."
Although... Raph might be too excited about the possibility of food to notice, but there's a small chance Donnie will catch the rapid once-over Shu performs with her eyes as her exceptionally large guest approaches. Shu might be slightly psychic, but one does not need any powers to know that she is thinking she might need more rice.
Fortunately, she bends down beneath the table and retrieves her Backup Pot.
"This is a mid-spring activity in Yan, in celebration of a festival on the fifth day of the fifth month. We make these rice dumplings in honor -- " As she is speaking, she realizes that the explanation is a bit strange, but it's too late. "...of a great poet who drowned in a river. To save his body from being eaten by the fish, the people hastily made these offerings of rice and threw them in the river for the fish to eat instead."
...OK yeah that was downright morbid.
"Would you like to try? Take some bamboo leaves first and overlay them like this. And tell me what sort of fillings you prefer. I have all kinds of meat, mushrooms, shrimp, chestnuts..."