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[He feels a little sick to his stomach thinking about that gift, but he's glad it helped his friend regardless.]

I can come by whenever you want. If you want me to come today then I will.

Today works well enough for me.

I won't keep you long enough that you can't return safely home before evening.

( it's perhaps a bit of an assumption on xingchen's part, that wen ning prefers (as he himself does) to shift in the privacy of his own home, but it seems like a safe one unless he's told otherwise. )

You're very kind, Daozhang. I won't keep you waiting.

[And assuming he knows where the other man lives, he'll be heading over promptly.]

Please, just Xingchen is fine.

( wen ning definitely knows where he lives, if he dropped off the post-circus meal. this time, xingchen is in quite a bit better shape, no longer drooping with the fatigue of spending nearly a week as a captive. as he awaits wen ning's arrival, he puts on a pot of a new blend of mildly-fruity black tea recommended to him earlier this month. )

[Wen Ning knocks on the door with some slight hesitation after he arrives. He's been invited over out of Xingchen's kindness, but that doesn't keep his furred ears from sitting a little flatter than usual. The unavoidable canine emotional tells irritate him when he actually notices them.

He still wanted to bring over something small as a gift. He'd almost brought a book before he remembered that the other were wouldn't be able to read it. Instead he has a few homemade bratwursts bought in town. Meat could always work as a gift for a were, and the shop had smelled fantastic when he'd gone by.

The package is held out in front of him, neatly wrapped in brown paper, as he waits for the door to open.]

( a book wouldn't be entirely amiss. he was able to read thickly-inked writing by touch back home in their realm, and if such a thing doesn't exist here, there are a couple of people he could potentially petition to read it to him.

that said, meat is certainly a fine gift as well, all things considered. the delightful smell of it greets xingchen as soon as he opens the door, though he pays it no mind just yet in favor of offering the man a welcoming smile and stepping back to open the door a bit wider for him. ) Wen-xiong, come in. I've put on tea, if you'd like some, ( he says, waiting for wen ning to enter and then closing the door behind him. ) And that's your gift right there on the table - you can take the containers with you, I've far too many of them. ( xingchen may or may not have gone overboard on ryslig-brand tupperware. it's fine.

two containers do indeed sit on the table, one slightly smaller than the other. the top one contains fao gao (pink despite the seasonal red and green because he honestly isn't sure how appetizing red or green fao gao might actually look), while the bottom contains osmanthus cake cut neatly into squares.

before heading in that direction, himself, xingchen detours to the kitchen to collect two mugs from within the cupboard and the teapot from the stove, which are brought to the table as well. wen ning doesn't have to pour himself some, if he'd prefer not to have any. )

That's so generous of you, Dhao-- ah... Xiao--...

[Wen Ning fumbles with the name. The other were is calling him Wen-xiong but asked to be referred to by his courtesy name. He should probably follow those wishes.]

...Xingchen.

[He lifts the package he'd brought again so that it gently touches Xingchen's arm.]

I-I got a gift for you after all. I hope you don't mind. They're just pork, but they should be tasty.

[It doesn't have to be human meat all the time. Wen Ning hasn't been a fan of a lot of the sweets in this place, but what Xingchen has for him is a reminder of home. He hadn't been lying when he'd said he was grateful for them. He can enjoy them even as he is now, even in this place.]

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