Every day, one of the official princesses of Disney would babysit the younger Disney children. That day it was Mulan's turn. While the boys loved being taught how to fight, the girls were less inclined to learn and often became bored when the lessons started. Now, not wanting to be unfair, Mulan had decided to teach a few of the ladies how to make tea in true Chinese fashion. When asked, only two of the girls truly wanted to learn. Lilo slipped away to surf with Stitch, Penny and Jenny disappeared with Cody for some animal adventures, Arthur was off with Mowgli making new discoveries, and so the list of excuses went on until only Wendy Darling and Alice were left. True to their British background, both young ladies were immediately intrigued by tea making and currently sat on blush pillows waiting for the lesson to begin.

Mulan, dressed casually in a pair of Shang's trousers and one of her lose fitting shirts, sat across from them with a table in between. The low rising desk held a tea pot, three cups, and an instrument to help boil the water. The Chinese lass brushed back strands of noir hair that had escaped her bun. The girls, wearing their usual blue attire, waited on bins and needles for the water to reach boiling point.

"Now, as I said before girls, you mustn't touch the kettle right now. It's very hot. Oven mitts are required, but I've been doing this since I was three, so I'm not going to wear them right now. But while you're learning, you should, alright?" The girls bobbed their heads, their eyes wide as they watched the kettle come to a boil.

As soon as it did, Alice let out a squeak. The squealing of the pot startled her. Mulan chuckled and poured the hot water into the three awaiting cups. As soon as she put the pot down, she grabbed the tea leaves and placed them in the cups, letting the flavour soak into the boiling water, discolouring it. The girls stared in awe at what was happening. They were so used to tea bags; they didn't know this was how it was done in China.

Wendy stared at it skeptically. "Are you sure this is the right way? It seems very strange to me." Mulan admired her no-hold-back nature, she always had. The young lady gave the girl an encouraging smile.

"It is a little different than what you're used to, but it is the right way. Well, at least the way we Chinese have been doing it for the past thousand years or so."

Alice's eyes widened. "That's a very long time," she mused to herself.

Mulan nodded. "It certainly is." She grabbed a spoon and fished the leaves out of the now light brown liquid. The leaves were placed in a container to be used again later (if possible) and the young lady handed the girls their cups.

"Drink up!" She encouraged. As soon as Wendy took a sip, she beamed.

"This is delicious!"

Alice nodded in agreement. "Oh yes, it's lovely! So much richer than the tea our mamas make."

Just then, Peter Pan flew in the window. He inspected the situation from below then dove down at stole Wendy's cup.

"Peter!" She cried out in dismay. The boy drank the tea then crowed like a rooster.

"Wow, this is good! Who made it?" He asked. Mulan stuck up her hand with a smirk. She distinctly remembered him calling tea making "girly stuff".

'Perhaps I've changed his mind,' she pondered.

The Mad Hatter rolled in with the March Hare in tow. In all aspects concerning tea, they were the ones to come to. She suspected they had spelled the tea leaves and had come to see what was going on. The Hatter bounded over and took Mulan's cup. He sniffed it, dabbed a bit on his forehead, and did various other things before he took a sip.

Once he did he let burst a "Darling, we must have your recipe!" before running over to the hare, insisting he try it.

Mulan chuckled at their silliness. "I'll hold another lesson next time. Right now, it's time for you to go to your parents," she glanced at Peter, "or to your lost boys." The guests waved goodbye to Mulan, thanking her for the tea, then were gone. The young lady sighed and began cleaning up. She hadn't noticed Shang sneak in. He laid a hand on her back, his wide palm warming her, and picked up the pot.

"Giving tea-making lessons?" He asked with a chuckle. His wife nodded before leaning in to give him a peck. As soon as the room was clean, Shang and Mulan headed to the door. She felt the babe kick and placed a hand on her slightly protruding belly with a smile.

"I know, you're hungry. Don't worry, Daddy is going to get Mommy some dinner while she takes a long, hot bubble bath."

Shang nodded, wrapping an arm around her waist. "He certainly is. And while he's at it, he'll get her a tub of ice cream for later so he won't have to make a midnight run like last night."

"Hey, it's not my fault I have cravings," she replied with an innocent smile, shutting the door to the Disney playroom behind her.