Lan Zhan does not bother to argue, not yet. He has a year to dissuade Wei Ying of the thought that Lan Zhan needs some kind of acknowledgment. But Wei Ying's own day does hold meaning and Lan Zhan will not let it pass by, again.

His fingers softly trace over the bunnies and he cannot help but wonder if they are well. It bodes well that Wei Ying knows of them, thirteen years later.

"Think that Asgard has flying ships and jewelry that sends scripts and images. Imagine we can find Wei Ying supplies. Lan Zhan will ask."