Finally, finally, he manages to find what he is looking for, and draws out two packages, one much smaller than the other.

Both are carefully wrapped in white silk. It is not obvious, unless one were to look very, very closely, enough to see the subtle cloud embroidery and realize that Lan Wangji has repurposed part of his ocean-marked set of robes. (And not for the first time.)

He sets both down on the bartop between them.

"Happy birthday, Wei Ying."