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[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]

[laughitoff]

[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.

[strikingchords]

...

You remember?

[laughitoff]

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

[strikingchords]

...

Mm. Ordered it then.

[his voice is very gentle; nostalgic?]

[laughitoff]

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

[strikingchords]

The chilies are growing, also.

[laughitoff]

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.

[strikingchords]

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]

[laughitoff]

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

[strikingchords]

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

[laughitoff]

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

[philosophical]

[strikingchords]

...

Very skilled.

[laughitoff]

[laughs]

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

[strikingchords]

Aren't you the expert in such things?

[laughitoff]

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

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

[strikingchords]

[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]

[strikingchords]

[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.]

[laughitoff]

What's that supposed to mean?

[strikingchords]

...

[shakes his head a little]

A passing thought.

Should we succeed, there will be opportunity.

[laughitoff]

Mm...maybe.

[strikingchords]

[still soft, looking down at his teacup]

No?

[an invitation, not a challenge]

[laughitoff]

I’m still considering.

[strikingchords]

Mm.

[a little noise of acknowledgement. the invitation's open but he's not pressing]