Lan Zhan stares down at the tea and then up at Wei Ying and then back down at the tea before he realizes he's trotted several paces with Wei Ying, body apparently used to following automatically. His body has always been a little bit of a traitor.

"Thank you," he finally manages, brow furrowed as he studies Wei Ying's face. This is the type of excitement that can either result in something wonderful or in both of them receiving the discipline paddle.

"Like walking with Wei Ying but it is time for dinner," he tries, a little bit nervous about his schedule being thrown off yet again.