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picky eaters and other small blasphemies

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"You don't like mooncake?" Wil said incredulously, folding her arms across her chest.

"Um. No?"

"Any mooncake?"

Vivian shrugged. "Well, I've had red bean, and green bean, and pumpkin, and lotus seed, and none of those appealed."

"... okay," Wil said, rubbing at her temples. "Have you had them with egg yolk?"

Vivian wrinkled her nose.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me."

"I know, I know, I'm so not Chinese," Vivian said, rolling her eyes.

Wil stuck out her tongue. "Well, yes, I probably would have got around to that eventually, but what I was also going to say is-" she held out Ma's bakery box triumphantly- "more for me!"

Vivian laughed, snatched the box out of her hands, and tackled her into the mattress.