Momentary Guardian-related silliness

Background information: At this week's Guardian watchalong (thanks, glymr et al.!) we watched episode 38, in which Zhao Yunlan sprays Ye Zun's pristine white sleeve with blood, and Ye Zun glares murder at him and magically re-whitens it.

So we were eating soup dumplings for dinner tonight (being somewhat lacking in self-discipline) and Y bit in too enthusiastically and sprayed soup in the general vicinity: beads of soup appeared all over the sleeve of the white windbreaker I was wearing. "Oh dear," he said, found a tissue and lifted them instantly off again. At this point I had to explain why I was giggling too hard to talk.