Shen Qingqiu laughs. "Okay, we definitely should make t-shirts, but I think my sister would kill me if I wore any kind of t-shirt on my first ever date." He stops, abruptly, and stares down at the root beer in his hands. He hadn't considered, until right now, how any of his family would react to him dating a man. It had seemed so far away. But somehow sitting here with Magnus and Galahad, drinking root beer, he feels more like Shen Yuan than he has in...a long time. His meimei would be cool, probably, but--"If I weren't already dead, I mean," he finishes, a little hollowly.