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There are things Jing Yi expects when he flies through the window to his rooms.
Like his rooms. Like the floor being where he expects. Like all the furniture being out of the way of anyone flying through a window.
He finds none of those things.
There may or may not be a crashing noise. Or a very undignified yelp.
"Right, if there's a war we're going to put Asher in charge, he's trained. My job will be to try to work for the Gileadites and sabotage them from the inside by having my own personality."
"We just need to get you as high as possible in the Gileadite army, and then send in the pretty Cascadians. This Is A Plan With No Flaws."
"I mean, yeah, if the Gileadites invade I'm going to defect and try to get as important a position as possible, this just seems correct. Finally my incompetence will be good for something."
"If you're publicly a time traveler you're probably better suited to sabotage, they're going to want you on TV talking about your testimony."
"Real sweet tea is iced and so sugary that the spoon stands up in it by itself."
"I can pour you a glass if you want, we have decaf or you can fuck your sleep schedule."
Rose goes into the kitchen, pulls out a glass, puts some ice in it, and pours a cup from the pitcher for themself and Jing Yi.
"Some people like bourbon in theirs but I don't drink."
"The law of Southern cooking is that it's either sweet, deep-fried, or both."
"It's too bad you're a cop instead of a cook, you could start the only authentic Great Tang restaurant in the world."
"Yeah, it's-- a way. Apparently some people crossed an ocean and spread new plants everywhere, and here we are."
"I can't judge the potatoes too much, they have their charms. But they're also everywhere. Like corn. And chilli."
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