"Lan Zhan is laughing," says Wei Wuxian, eyes wide. It is so extraordinary that he nearly forgets to feel guilty over ruining his meal. "I'm sorry," he says, rubbing Lan Zhan's shuddering back, "I was too distracting. Surely the kitchens could warm it for us? And tea."

Tea is better while his belly is full. Wine will work far better when it is not.