[ A smile lifts his worried features long before that spout of poetry is spoken, turning into a soft snort that he hides with a polite bow in return. ]

Separated as we are, thousands of miles apart, we come together as if by destiny.

[ A nod says Wen Kexing is welcome to follow, whereas the twinkle in Xichen's eye is also That Bitch. ]

As are you. How do you feel about some pork buns for a meal? I set some aside earlier in the hopes I would find you.