I Love Changbin

Granny… Fourth Uncle… were you waiting here all this time?

Arise, lifeless dust of the universe and that within, thou art reborn! 

Hifumi: hey sensei how are you!

Jakurai: I’m fine. I just have this headache that comes and goes…

Ramuda bursts through the door: AND ANOTHER THING

Tuna salad jello. You bet. What are you doing with that tuna, Dylan? Oh, you know, makin' JELLO. 1969 Lubbock, Texas community cookbook. Cup o' water. Salt! Fire! Half a red onion. This was written by Mitchell White. Of course that's his name. This recipe is making me cry, not the onions. Gelatin! Vinegar. Already smells like death. In you go. Really, Mitchell? I wanna know who hurt this man. Celery. Make sure to chop it up all fine and disgusting. Five ounces of albacore tuna. Are we sure this recipe wasn't written by a cat? (sloshing sounds from the pot) Was Mitchell a cat?! Now we wait. Oh boy. (distressed) Oh. How did we get to this? I do this for you. (Dylan takes a bite, soft chewing sounds are heard. Dylan then makes a disgusted groaning noise before a clanging sound is heard as the fork is dropped on the counter) Oh, oh. (clanging sounds are heard off camera as Dylan tries to escape his unfortunate creation) Mitchell! That's not food. This is a war crime.

A home made in the Burial Mounds.

Always thinking about what Wei Wuxian built with the Wen remnants — how they lived in a mountain of corpses but planted so much life in it; how they managed to be happy despite what little time they had.