At least present company is far too polite to point out the somewhat slack-jawed look on Jiang Cheng's face as the full impact of the elder Twin Jade dressed in his own robe sends Jiang Cheng's ability to form a full sentence sailing clear into next week. Surely the fact that the sect leader is also rather slow on the uptake right now will also be overlooked in Lan Xichen's infinite patience and grace. Jiang Cheng is too out of sorts to notice it himself, and while he had no previous intention of getting dressed again here on the pier with his wet underthings and Xichen's borrowed robe over his shoulders, he automatically reaches for his clothes because, well, Xichen prompted him to so of course that's right.

But then he pauses as he manages to get tangled up in the fact Xichen just referred to these random gifts as 'his flowers'. That seems... embarrassing, somehow? Don't ask why. Just the idea that these flowers that were left on Jiang Cheng's clothes somehow makes them his, which in turn means that Jiang Cheng is in possession of flowers, hence 'his flowers' rankles Jiang Cheng terribly for reasons he can't begin to describe, and it sets him off on a disgruntled tirade.

"They're just flowers left about. Could be anyone's flowers. Here, they're your flowers now, so— Hold your own flowers!" And then Jiang Cheng gathers them up to thrust at Xichen like a schoolboy with a crush.