#i based these descriptions specifically off of cantonese siu mai after a bit of wikipedia diving

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I have a little headcanon that Caitlyn’s father is a talented cook and regularly sends extra food along with her upon becoming (romantic) partners with Vi.

”Oh, before you go - would you give this to Violet? Is she eating enough? Are you, for that matter? I know you’re both grown and more than capable of taking care of yourselves, but I worry.”

This leads to Vi regularly professing her undying love for the man between messy, enthusiastic bites.

”Hey, Cait? Does your dad know I love him?”

“He does. You’ve said as much ten times now at least.”

“Can you tell him anyway? Because seriously, this is fucking incredible.”

Caitlyn rolls her eyes and nods, her smile absurdly fond as the other girl takes another massive bite and sighs in bliss. 

(Her father’s dumplings were a childhood favorite of hers - neat little parcels of sticky steamed dough, filled with spiced pork, mushrooms, fragrant ginger and scallions. She used to “help” fold them with clumsy toddler hands, slip them into the pockets of her hunting jacket before dashing off to the range, split them with Jayce on slow afternoons in his study and share them with her boarding school crush of the week on her dorm room’s moonlit balcony.

And now Vi, this brash, radiant, unexpected treasure of a girl, is a part of her little tradition.

Caitlyn’s heart flutters, tumbles and settles somewhere soft and safe at the thought.

It feels right.)