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[weiyingdown]

[he ALWAYS looks like that

but he sets aside his half-prepared meal and scoots up real close to Lan Wangji, shoulders touching as he bats his eyelashes up at him]

Should I tell you more things that I want that would make me happy? I want to try your cooking. I think it's incredibly fun to tease you and I can't get enough of it. I want Jin Ling to stay safe. I want to see you buried in a pile of rabbits. I want to visit Yunmeng someday. I want to see that look in your eyes when you're furious at me. I want to steal lotus pods with you. I want to...

[he trails off and steps back]

That was already more than one, so the rest are a secret.

[one_note]

[STARES AT HIM]

[weiyingdown]

[GOES BACK TO COOKING HIS MONSTROSITY MEAL WITH A SHIT-EATING GRIN ON HIS FACE]

[one_note]

[airlessly]

...yes.

[weiyingdown]

If you tell me more of your secrets, though, I'll tell you more of mine.

[setting out all of his food on dishes. it's all red and black and you can see the heat coming off of it]

[one_note]

[nods again, transfixed; no longer paying attention to any of the food]

[weiyingdown]

[he did not expect it to be THAT effective; waves his hand in front of Lan Wangji's face]

Lan Zhan, is your food ready?

[one_note]

Mm.

[it is not. as if on cue, the rice in the other pot starts boiling over]

[weiyingdown]

[maybe letting a drunk cook was a bad idea???]

--Lan Zhan, the pot, the pot!

[scrambling to get the pot off the fire]

[one_note]

Wei Ying!

[DON’T BURN YOURSELF]

[weiyingdown]

[TOO LATE

which is to say he made a grab for the pot and only just barely touched it before he snatched his hand back and reached for a cloth to use instead]

It's fine! I'm fine. I'm trying to look out for your wallet, Lan Zhan! You're going to have to pay for too many ruined things in this inn if you aren't careful.

[one_note]

[IGNORES THESE WALLET CONCERNS

only waits until he’s set the rice down safely before grabbing Wei Wuxian’s arm, to have a look at his burnt hand]

[weiyingdown]

[its red and already a little blistery across his palm. he lets Lan Wangji have a look before trying to pull his hand back]

It's fine. I can put a cool cloth on it and it'll fade.

[one_note]

[frowns and won’t let go]

Medicine.

[weiyingdown]

[P...POUTS]

What about dinner?

[one_note]

After.

[fumbles in a sleeve with his free hand]

[weiyingdown]

[nods; it's easier to go along with him than argue...]

If it gets cold then you have to make me something new!

[one_note]

[are you really enabling him to cook more like this]

There are still thirty-eight chickens.

[locates a small bottle of salve, removing the stopper and

pouring literally all the contents on Wei Wuxian’s hand]

[weiyingdown]

[stares at his hand]

. . .

Putting more on won't make it heal faster.

[one_note]

[glares down at the mess]

Hm.

[weiyingdown]

--Ah, but I feel so much better! It definitely helped. Thank you, Lan Zhan.

Why don't you bring the food up to our room?

[one_note]

Wait.

[...gets a cloth and douses it with cool water, before tying it around his hand too]

[weiyingdown]

[his expression softens. how does anyone deal with that stupidly handsome face?!]

That's perfect. It doesn't even hurt.

[shoos Lan Wangji over to the food to bring it upstairs. away from the kitchen is surely a safer place to be]

Go on now, make sure not to drop anything.

[one_note]

[he takes the rest of the food on a tray

unfortunately they both forgot that the lobby is still a chicken madhouse]

[weiyingdown]

[THE INNKEEPER SHOULDA CLEANED MOST OF THEM UP!!! or. at least half. you can walk without tripping on chickens

Wei Wuxian takes an extra minute to try and clean up the kitchen...or at least put the dirty dishes aside to be washed later before hurrying after Lan Wangji. he does not trust him to be alone]