An angry squeal from upstairs precedes Jenny's arrival...<br/><br/>...and she and Brandon are followed a moment later by a pouting SuLan, rubbing her bottom with one hand and glaring affectionate daggers at the taller woman.  Throwing herself down in a chair across the table from Cross, she crosses her arms.<br/><br/>"Any hope of tea?  Or just coffee?"  She sighs.  "Ahhh.  Sho mai.  Humbow.  Honorable Mother's homemade rice noodle soup..."