[ !!!! oh. this almost gets him. he wants. he will those meals with a smile on his face. those will be his. but he also knows a bribe when he hears one. ]
And I appreciate that, Lan Zhan! I wonder how much money I must owe you by now. [ because of course he doesn't imagine those were home cooked RIP. ] But you didn't answer my question~
[ as if he'd believe that unironically. it's one thing to joke about the value of his company and another to take it as fact...... it's even harder to believe because everyone here is more or less on his same level of poor for once. ]
Of course I want them! It would be a shame to let perfectly good food go to waste..
[ he had always known him to be as this: a person who had more ease giving than receiving, something which lan wangji too struggled with. and yet — ]
Hm. [ it not a sound that argues, per se. however, it is a sound that holds some disagreement as much as acquiescence. ] I will be eating too.
[ it makes it easier. ]
Yǒu shi?
[ traditional evening eating hours, of course. for all that lan wangji is earnest, it is in this way that he will tell him again that he misses him already. just as this. ]
Good! You should eat! You must be enjoying your meals here a lot more at least. [ which, again, could have nothing to do at all with having company for them and everything to do with wei wuxian's opinion that the cloud recesses' food tastes like sadness. ] A lot of the food here is strange but good.
But knowing that, I shouldn't keep you waiting, hm?
Oooh I'm not sure, there's a lot of choices! Will you come along when I do, Lan Zhan? A lot of them I heard you're supposed to eat with your hands. Is that allowed~?
[ it is already written and entered before he has time to think about it. then again, were they in person, it too would be the same answer. he is not the young boy he once was. not entirely.
but, there is a smaller pause. it is not ideal to eat entire meals without the use of utensils and it is certainly not his idea of clean, but: ]
[ it is a little noise that protests the idea that he has never had fun, but it is not able to be conveyed through text alone. wei wuxian can imagine, surely, the look he would have received: flat, unimpressed, but still somehow tender(?). ]
What is it called?
[ slam dunk redirection, but really: what's the food called? ]
[ it's true, thanks to his very active imagination he can just about picture it, which is why he wants to try even harder for something especially good. ]
Pizza! But then there's supposed to be a lot of different things in this category, but that's a good place to start. Let's get the kind with all the meat on it, it'll be my treat!
[ one of these days him having enough money and him remembering to actually pay will intersect, right? just based on how probability works in the universe. ]
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And I appreciate that, Lan Zhan! I wonder how much money I must owe you by now. [ because of course he doesn't imagine those were home cooked RIP. ] But you didn't answer my question~
< bichen >
[ simple, to the point. his company is just fine enough for him. w o w. ]
Would you like them?
[ lan zhan has had, again, many years to prepare for this. ]
<suibian>
[ as if he'd believe that unironically. it's one thing to joke about the value of his company and another to take it as fact......
it's even harder to believe because everyone here is more or less on his same level of poor for once. ]
Of course I want them! It would be a shame to let perfectly good food go to waste..
< bichen >
Hm. [ it not a sound that argues, per se. however, it is a sound that holds some disagreement as much as acquiescence. ] I will be eating too.
[ it makes it easier. ]
Yǒu shi?
[ traditional evening eating hours, of course. for all that lan wangji is earnest, it is in this way that he will tell him again that he misses him already. just as this. ]
<suibian>
But knowing that, I shouldn't keep you waiting, hm?
< bichen >
Both are fine. [ he considers, for a moment: ] What would you next like to try?
[ here, he means. there is plenty of cuisine he hasn't touched yet. he suspects the same might be the same for wei wuxian. ]
Travel safely. I will keep it warm.
<suibian>
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[ it is already written and entered before he has time to think about it. then again, were they in person, it too would be the same answer. he is not the young boy he once was. not entirely.
but, there is a smaller pause. it is not ideal to eat entire meals without the use of utensils and it is certainly not his idea of clean, but: ]
I will do it.
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[ well, now he has to see this.. ]
Wow! You just keep surprising me, you know. I really thought I would have to try harder to talk you into it!
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Mn.
[ but: ]
Is it bad?
[ so sincere as always... ]
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[ nothing could possibly go wrong. ]
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Hm.
[ it is a little noise that protests the idea that he has never had fun, but it is not able to be conveyed through text alone. wei wuxian can imagine, surely, the look he would have received: flat, unimpressed, but still somehow tender(?). ]
What is it called?
[ slam dunk redirection, but really: what's the food called? ]
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Pizza! But then there's supposed to be a lot of different things in this category, but that's a good place to start. Let's get the kind with all the meat on it, it'll be my treat!
[ one of these days him having enough money and him remembering to actually pay will intersect, right? just based on how probability works in the universe. ]