—花木蘭—“You ran away?” Mulan squints, it must be the
    cup in her own hand that’s dulling her senses to Elsa’s story.
    But she’s sure that even without the wine, it would sound so
    strange. “You kissed him, and then you ran away?”

    A delighted peal of laughter escapes her lips before she can
    stop it. She shouldn’t be laughing, she should spare her sǐdǎng’s
    feelings. But Mulan can still taste wine and the image in her
    head is so funny (Elsa, fleeing down the hallway like a startled
    deer) and laughing feels so good that she does it again, and a
    third time. They aren’t supposed to kiss strange men—let alone
    run—so why is she so delighted at Elsa’s daring?

    Absently, Mulan fumbles in her sleeve for some jian dui and
    passes them to her. A thought makes her wrinkle her nose.
    ”What did his tongue have to do with it?”