[Anduin glances up at Wangji, the way he is holding his hand out toward the fox and -- the stiff way he is talking.
He smiles at the question despite himself.]
It is from the village.
[Don't worry, Wangji. He knows better than that.
After a little bit more digging in his bag, Anduin produces a packet, unwrapping it to produce one of the buns, which he holds out toward the other man and the fox beyond. He's really hoping that this will do the trick. What else could a fox spirit want, anyway? Anduin tries to think back on his time with the August Celestials for reference, though that was some years ago since.]
Uh, here. I brought a few of them, though I. Had intended to be able to bring food along to give to... [He trails off. Hmm, how to explain this without being able to explain it fully. A Dilemma.]
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He smiles at the question despite himself.]
It is from the village.
[Don't worry, Wangji. He knows better than that.
After a little bit more digging in his bag, Anduin produces a packet, unwrapping it to produce one of the buns, which he holds out toward the other man and the fox beyond. He's really hoping that this will do the trick. What else could a fox spirit want, anyway? Anduin tries to think back on his time with the August Celestials for reference, though that was some years ago since.]
Uh, here. I brought a few of them, though I. Had intended to be able to bring food along to give to... [He trails off. Hmm, how to explain this without being able to explain it fully. A Dilemma.]