( He nods, plucking one from the back to break up. It's easy to hand Lan Xichen's part over with a smile, something almost childlike in wonder at the casing of the cake. Subtleties and rules are out the window, Wen Kexing doesn't wait for Lan Xichen to take the first bite of his piece, instead he's sinking sharp teeth into his own, eyes going a little round at the texture and the taste. )
Mm.
( He's clearly pleased, if the delight in his voice is anything to go by, demolishing his potion with greedy ease. Little pink cakes? A win for his sweet tooth. ) See, this is why it's hard to have favourites. I think I'd do unspeakable things for those cakes.
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Mm.
( He's clearly pleased, if the delight in his voice is anything to go by, demolishing his potion with greedy ease. Little pink cakes? A win for his sweet tooth. ) See, this is why it's hard to have favourites. I think I'd do unspeakable things for those cakes.