|Cho Chang (formerchinadoll) wrote in after_the_bombs,|
@ 2012-07-26 21:20:00
There was a knock at the door. It was a rather impatient knock that progressively louder until Cormac yanked it open. It was far too early for people, even the tiny elderly Oriental woman variety, to be knocking at his door and dragging him out of his nice warm bed where his nice warm fiancee was still sleeping. “Are you McLaggan?” she asked shortly with an imperious expression.
“Good. I'm in the right place then.” She ducked under his arm – she didn't have to do much more than bow her head – and sailed right into the house without so much as a 'by your leave.'
Cormac had to scramble a bit to get the door closed and to chase after her. She moved pretty quickly for an old witch. “Hey, hold on! Who are you? What are you doing?” he protested when she started casting spells in his kitchen. He had to duck a suddenly swooping tea pot as it headed toward the stove.
“I am here to make sure you aren't taking advantage.”
“Taking advantage?” he squeaked, skipping to the side to avoid flying cutlery. Before he could demand clarification from the crazy person making breakfast uninvited, Cho came sliding into the room with a high pitched squeal of delight. What followed was a rapid fire conversation in Mandarin that led to him getting the type of speculative looks that made him want to squirm and made Cho blush like her ears were going to catch on fire as she sputtered at the old woman's comments.
“Po!” Cho said finally, “please let me introduce my fiance'. Cormac, this is my grandmother Chang Mulan. Po, this is Cormac McLaggan.”
Cormac could only smile and hope that the speculative gleam in Mrs Chang's eyes didn't bode ill for him.