[shang qinghua is actually speechless. he watches the gracelessness unfold, his mouth agape. his eyes are the only things to move as they follow the trajectory of the tea leaves.
after what feels like an eternity, he closes his mouth.]
Just like that, you finished? Wasn't that too fast?
still, it's clear from his........... technique, or lack of it, that he is not a consummate chef, and could probably burn this sandwich if he really put his mind to it. he slaps the jam on, thick and unadorned, with all the abandonment of a young child making food when their parents are out of the house and they aren't allowed to touch the stove yet. all the same, two jam sandwiches on white bread do emerge.
they are not cut. they are just. sandwiches.
Luke carries them over, placing one in front of the man with a flourish it does NOT deserve.]
[if luke had burned the sandwich, shang qinghua would have been truly impressed.
these sandwiches are so massive that he doesn't dare reach out to touch them yet. who knew slabs of white bread with copious amounts of jam could be so intimidating?]
[if nothing else, he can respect the passion luke has for this sandwich as he reaches out. he takes a bite, and it's a struggle not to drip jam everywhere.]
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and the leaves.
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So, what, are we drinking around them?
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In a sense, yes. The leaves settle on the bottom, so you'll barely notice them.
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[whatever. he picks up the cup, and glugs the whole thing in one go--
--and spits the tea leaves, in one great gob, back into the cup.]
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after what feels like an eternity, he closes his mouth.]
Just like that, you finished? Wasn't that too fast?
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[tea is complicated???]
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[he nods wisely.]
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[no he won't!!!
anyway. he gestures to his cup.]
So, can you just fill it up again and drink it twice like this? Or what?
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[anyway]
I guess I could try chewing them this time...
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You shouldn't force yourself into doing something that you're not keen on. Still, it's good to try something new once in a while.
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[without waiting for any more tea
he just upends the leaves into his mouth
and gives em a chew
and spits them back into
the cup.]
Bleegh. No thanks.
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shang qinghua doesn't have the answer to that. watching luke, he nearly pulls a muscle in his face.]
At least you tried . . .
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[WELP. enough of that.
putting the tea aside, he wanders back over to his jamjar, stirring the jam inside.]
Want a sandwich?
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What is a sandwich?
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[he pats the jar.]
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Just jam? You don't put anything else in the middle?
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I mean, you can, I guess... but jam's just easier!
[L A Z Y B O Y]
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Then, I will try this sandwich with just jam . . .
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[even he can't mess this one up.
still, it's clear from his........... technique, or lack of it, that he is not a consummate chef, and could probably burn this sandwich if he really put his mind to it. he slaps the jam on, thick and unadorned, with all the abandonment of a young child making food when their parents are out of the house and they aren't allowed to touch the stove yet. all the same, two jam sandwiches on white bread do emerge.
they are not cut. they are just. sandwiches.
Luke carries them over, placing one in front of the man with a flourish it does NOT deserve.]
Ta da!
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these sandwiches are so massive that he doesn't dare reach out to touch them yet. who knew slabs of white bread with copious amounts of jam could be so intimidating?]
So this is a sandwich . . .
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[he pats his own bad boy, which can hold so many jam.]
What are you waiting for? Try it!
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. . . It's sweet!
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...Have you seriously never had one before?
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