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Project: Lunar New Years 2018 Chapter Two

Plot/Concept: @qookyquiche, @chalala-chan, @panda013, @piikoarts, @purr-cat-stinate

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Sketch Artist: @lishylu

Line Artist: @lijau

Color Artist: @qookyquiche

Script: @jezzicabell, @lishylu, @lijau

Fan Fiction

Author: @jezzicabell

Beta: @mimosaeyes

Word Count: 1108

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If Marinette weren’t so sure that she’d always be able to spot Adrien’s halo of golden hair in a crowd, she would have been more worried about losing him among all the other people wearing red. Which was the majority of the people. 

“There’s so much red everywhere, I can hardly see where one stall ends and the other starts,” Adrien commented. Marinette took a deep breath, determined not to stutter for once, and turned to make a clever and engaging reply. Before she could utter anything embarrassing, as she knew she would anyway, one child ran around a corner and bumped straight into her and caused her to stumble backwards with a startled oomph. The child wasn’t as lucky and fell back onto her bottom, dropping the doll in her hands along with two small red envelopes. Marinette quickly crouched to help the young girl. “I’m very sorry,” the child said, looking a little upset. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.” “That’s okay little one,” Marinette said gently, picking up the fallen toy and handing it back. “As long as we’re more careful next time. Now I believe these are yours?” Marinette held out the two dropped envelopes, and the girl took them back with both hands, her toy tucked securely under her arm. “Of course, and thank you!” The child beamed at Marinette before rushing back off into the crowd. Marinette giggled before standing up again. “You’re very good with kids,” Adrien commented, startling Marinette a fair bit. “Oh well, I kid with babysit… babysit a kid. Sorry, I got a little twisted there,” Marinette says, blushing and chuckling half-heartedly. “Manon is always a handful, but when you’ve dealt with that troublemaker, you’re prepared for kids. You’re prepared for looking after kids, that is.” Marinette wasn’t sure if it was the red cheongsam that gave her the ability to not completely muddle her words, too much anyway, but she was thankful. Idly she wondered if she should wear red clothes more often, but she quickly dismissed the idea before changing the topic. “So what brings the festival out to you, I mean brings you out to the festival?” Marinette tries politely, feeling her face heat up again as her words got twisted. “My Chinese tutor instructed me to come out and practice my Chinese,” Adrien replied with a kind smile. “He’s out of the country on business, so he expects me to immerse myself in the culture.” “Oh well, it’s a good thing you came out here then,” Marinette replied. “Not that it’s a good thing that this is just more work for you but the festival is good, and the dances are fun, and the food is good and—” Marinette cut herself off, realising that she had started rambling. So not cool. “So you’ve been to these festivals before? That’s so cool. Though your uncle was a Chinese chef, so I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.” Marinette could’ve died happy at that moment. Adrien thought she was cool and even remembered that time with her uncle and his soup. “Oh!” Marinette exclaimed, suddenly remembering the bag of pastries her mother had packed. “Would you like a pastry? We’ve been making heaps at the bakery in preparation. You can’t have Chinese New Year without the proper goodies.” “I would be honoured to be a part of this tradition. How much are they?” “How much? No no, no money just try them,” Marinette said in a rush. Was she so awkward that he believed she would try to sell them? That wasn’t a happy thought. Pushing it aside, she watched as Adrien bit into a Sugar Ring. She bit her lip, hoping he would like the sweet treat. “These are amazing Marinette!” he exclaims after a moment, face lighting up. Slightly shocked at the quick response, Marinette almost stuttered again. “They’re Sugar Rings, although Maman says that in Chinese they are called tánghuán.” “Tánghuán,” he repeats. “These are delicious.” Marinette giggles. “They are understandably well liked by children,” she explains happily. “They’re eaten during these festivities to represent togetherness and sweetness.” Marinette held out another sugar ring that Adrien happily took and nibbled on. “These are Sesame Seed Balls, or máqiú, they represent fullness,” she continues pulling out a pastry for herself. “Not as sweet as the sugar rings. But still delicious. Would you like to try one?” “Definitely?” Adrien responded, accepting the goody offered to him. Biting down on the goody Adrien made another amazed face before turning to Marinette. “Honestly Marinette, these are amazing. I would probably live in a bakery if I got food like this all the time.” Internally Marinette felt like she was shutting down and held in a scream, instead turning to look at the festival so that Adrien wouldn’t see her flushed face. Where was Alya to slap some sense into her when she was needed? The conversation turned quiet as the two continued to munch on their snacks. “How did Chinese New Year start?” Adrien asked. Marinette was slightly thrown by the question. She paused to consider it. “Well, I know why we have certain traditions? Like we wear red and have fireworks and stuff because it wards off the bad spirits.” “Yeah, there is a heap of traditions, my tutor told me about a lot of them, but when did they start? Why did they start?” Marinette pondered it for a moment, thinking over the many traditions she knew of, before realising she had no idea. “Huh, that is curious. I’m not too sure…” Adrien pouted slightly before lighting up with an idea. Pulling his phone out he flashed her a brilliant smile and unlocked it to see if he could find out the answer to his question. “Now now, no need for any fancy technology to find the answers you seek, as useful as it sometimes is.” Marinette jumped when a vaguely familiar voice came from her left, and then again when she felt an arm on her right. With a quick glance, she realised that Adrien had jumped as well and reached out to her in the process. Instead of becoming a puddle on the spot Marinette forced her attention back to her left where a fairly familiar face was standing at the entrance to a story-telling booth. The booth was covered with red drapes, and Marinette eyes various miraculous patterns that were woven into the design of the fabric. “Master Fu?” she questions. “Yes, yes, you must both come visit my booth, and I will tell you a tale. The tale from which the traditions stem. Knowledge can be a powerful tool. Come inside.”