Sunday Snippet

I’m still working on that lil h/c Guardian fic. It’s not going to be an epic, gourmet feast, but it will very likely make a nice snack. People like Hot Cheetos and Twinkies and those jars of salsa con queso, right? I mean, they buy it and eat it. I hope that when I’m finished with this fic, it’s the equivalent of a nice “fresh” salsa, the kind you buy in the refrigerated section. It’s not Pace (which is also fine), it’s not homemade or from that great little taco truck, but it’s not too shabby.

A haha, the snippet. Yes.

“Li Qian called me,” he said after a long, uncomfortable silence. “Have you eaten anything?”

“Yunlan, I—“

“Anything at all? A snack? I know you had breakfast.”

“Yunlan, I just—“

Zhao Yunlan held up a hand. “Nope. I don’t need any excuses, Shen Wei. No explanations. Just a simple yes or no — have you eaten since breakfast?”

“No.”