[ Poison? Oof. He eyes the bottle set aside and accepts the one Wen Kexing approves of, listening with invested interest. ]

I agree. Cooking is quite the skill ... I ought to learn how, that much is becoming apparent the longer we are trapped here.

[ His sigh is small and caught behind his lips, thought it exists in his expression all the same as he looks to the new spice, turning it in his fingers to see the colour in the dim light. ]

Tea ceremonies help no one, really.

[ Aside from being a capable fighter, Xichen feels a little useless when it comes to day-to-day tasks. Like feeding himself. ]