Letting out a soft sigh and snuggling closer, SuLan smiled to herself.<br/><br/>"He<em>is</em>called the Handsome Monkey King...but I suspect that I favor my mother in most ways.  I still remember her face, and what I see in the mirror grows close."<br/><br/>Running fingers through her fire-red hair, SuLan glanced up at Jenny.  Then, impulsively, she craned her neck out and kissed the taller woman softly on the cheek.<br/><br/>"You are also comely, you know?  Not like these silly, overly pneumatic, pinch-waisted, mincing, shrinking flowers with their golden hair and blue eyes..."