Anduin raises his eyebrows slightly at the sight of the basket, unable to keep himself from wondering whether the fruit were meant as some sort of cover for his sneaking about at night or whether he was the sort of man who brought gifts of fruit on the regular. Either way, he's not about to turn it -- or Wei Wuxian himself -- away.

This house really is starting to have something of a revolving door, though, he muses to himself.

"Thank you," he replies, reaching inside the basket to pluck something out. "I was just making tea, if you would like some? I, ah. Assume you have not just stopped by to drop that off."

It is late enough in the evening to suggest otherwise, at any rate.