Wei Wuxian sighs -- but it is good-natured this time, not the woeful (and, to be honest, often melodramatic) sighs of the past fifteen minutes.

"Madam Bar," he says, as he places his palm flat against the wood and inclines his head in a small bow. "You would not switch my meals with Lan Zhan's with no warning, would you? Show mercy to Harrow."