Much better. Wei Ying smiles at him and follows right beside him.

He rolls his eyes with a bit of a huff. "Why now?"

And each vender Lan Zhan shoots down earns them an apologetic grimace. He squints at the sign proclaiming Tacos for sale, whatever a taco is... but peering down at what is displayed, and the question, has him shrug.

"I don't actually know everything, Hanguang-Jun. But we can try it and find out. Want to?"