Perfect. [ Jin Ling grins smugly back at him. Wei Wuxian has nothing on them. He carefully packs the soup separately for delivery, and then glances back at Sizhui.. ]

We can take the soup first, but, ah—

[ A hint of colour rises to his cheeks. ]

Before we go- I probably don’t have enough money to buy the bow, so— [ Oh. His face was getting warm again. Very warm. ]

If it’s okay, I- well- if we could— just a little so I can buy the bow—