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[What is this strange box this child is looking at?]
[Mulan finds herself fascinated. There are little tiny men inside the box, with big wide hats and "guns" like Roland's, riding around on horses...]
[On the TV, a firefight breaks out. Alarmed and worried for the child's safety, Mulan drags him down out of any potential line of fire.]
Look out!
[The child--a boy--gasps in surprise, then grabs a strange-looking stick and does some sort of magic to make the people in the box hold still. Then he laughs, tackling Mulan affectionately]
Daddy, you surprised me! I didn't know you were home!
[She stares at the boy, confused. Daddy? Daddy?]
[...WHAT. Okay, she might not be a delicate flower of a woman, but she doesn't think she has it in her to father anyone!]
[And who does that make the mother?!]
[And--Maybe she should stop thinking for a bit. It's not making anything better right now.]
[Mulan finds herself fascinated. There are little tiny men inside the box, with big wide hats and "guns" like Roland's, riding around on horses...]
[On the TV, a firefight breaks out. Alarmed and worried for the child's safety, Mulan drags him down out of any potential line of fire.]
Look out!
[The child--a boy--gasps in surprise, then grabs a strange-looking stick and does some sort of magic to make the people in the box hold still. Then he laughs, tackling Mulan affectionately]
Daddy, you surprised me! I didn't know you were home!
[She stares at the boy, confused. Daddy? Daddy?]
[...WHAT. Okay, she might not be a delicate flower of a woman, but she doesn't think she has it in her to father anyone!]
[And who does that make the mother?!]
[And--Maybe she should stop thinking for a bit. It's not making anything better right now.]