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[lan wangji that's gay

Wei Wuxian's eyes do light up, though; he eats enthusiastically...]

[strikingchords]

[what's more gay is that he cannot even slightly control how much his heart lifts at the sight of that. nurses his own bland version of the meal along patiently, feeling measurably brighter]

[laughitoff]

These are really good, Lan Zhan! Truly fit to wake you up for the day!

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[finishes his so he can respond...]

I am glad.

Keep those left uneaten, if any.

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So generous, Hanguang-Jun! You should have at least a couple more, though.

[strikingchords]

All right.

[takes another, resigned to his impending demise. there's still a very faintly softer expression in his face and voice for those who know to look and listen]

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[Wei Wuxian doesn’t notice, of course, but he seems pleased to have unwittingly sent Lan Wangji’s mouth to hell]

That’s better. Don’t hold back; you like spicy dishes too, I remember.

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...

You remember?

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You liked them when we had a meal at Yiling! I was surprised.

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...

Mm. Ordered it then.

[his voice is very gentle; nostalgic?]

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Well, there's no shortage of spices to make our own here, at least.

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The chilies are growing, also.

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Ah, the first batch is just about ready to pick! We really were gone longer than we thought. At least one nice thing came out of it.

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Encouragement towards quick growth has been effective.

Though, something damaged the other plot.

[it is not entirely unfamiliar any more but also still sort of strange to be sitting on a couch together with buns, talking relatively easily]

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I did notice that. Looked like some kind of animal? I guess I'd better put up beast wards instead of just undead ones?

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Mm. Tidied a little, but more still to be done.

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A farmer's work is never done, I suppose!

[philosophical]

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...

Very skilled.

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[laughs]

Not really. We're just lucky these grow so well and fast.

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Aren't you the expert in such things?

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Am I? Any of the Wens would tell you otherwise.

[his hand tightens about his cup, but only for a moment]

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[ah... there's a slight hesitation; then, soft and steady and matter of fact:]

Will remember to ask.

[laughitoff]

[gives him a sharp, puzzled look]

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[looks back... he's not glaring, and there are no answering sharp edges in his expression. his mouth is a relaxed, neutral line and there's a little crease between his brows, not frowning or harsh.]

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What's that supposed to mean?