[sizhui's gaze immediately downcasts to his father's dessert – sorry, not sorry! – and examines the delicate lavender lemon cake, eyebrows lifted with interest as he carefully breaks a piece off. it gets put in his mouth and while he mmms with delight, his free hand pushes the vanilla cake toward lan wangji so he can try. (if he wants, that is!)
he nods, waits until he's finished chewing to say,] No reason to overwhelm him like that. [then, without really considering manners, sizhui reaches out toward his cake he'd ordered and takes some of it, too.
a distraction during his brief consideration of how hard it'll be to keep quiet about some things if certain situations arise.]
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he nods, waits until he's finished chewing to say,] No reason to overwhelm him like that. [then, without really considering manners, sizhui reaches out toward his cake he'd ordered and takes some of it, too.
a distraction during his brief consideration of how hard it'll be to keep quiet about some things if certain situations arise.]