Wei Wuxian is busy picking a squashed mushroom from his backside before he sits, but he pauses, regarding Lan Wangji in surprise. There is a day? One he ought to remember? Normally he would dismiss such a thought - he forgets so many things, after all - but Lan Wangji looks especially touched.

"I've been thinking about cooking something you'd like for some time," he ventures, seating himself at the table opposite, legs folded under. "You always cook for me, and even with meat. I wanted to do something nice for you, Lan Zhan."