( Not... exactly. Well, then. Given that they both need to play to their strength and Lan Wangji possesses precisely null and void thespian ability —

His mouth purses, sour and thin, and he fleetingly considers absolving Rin of her duties, only to accept that which should be obvious and plain to every member of this group: they're out of time for fussing, for bashfulness, for incompetence.

It is now, he anticipates, or never.

He nods, signaling the center of the crowd, where the puppets' play was once put upon. )

Improvise.