"Ey, I did not keep track of the calendar when we arrived," answers Wei Wuxian, feeling lighter now that Lan Zhan has agreed that he can be subjected to celebrations and gifts. He hasn't outright said as much, but Wei Wuxian has heard enough to wriggle past any future protests.

He drags their joined hands to his lips so he can press a kiss of his own to Lan Zhan's knuckles, sitting up again. "I had some ideas for our screens in our home when it is built," he says, wincing a little as he leans a touch too far to grab them. He unfurls the first sheet and gives it to Lan Zhan. On the paper are a long series of steps disappearing into the misty heights, and on most of them, little white rabbits.