He beams. "Thank you," he says again, tapping his glass to Ingress's, then (more gently) to the side of Lan Zhan's cupcake.

Considering it is even smaller than a typical wine cup, Wei Wuxian has to fight every instinct to toss back the entire glass in one gulp. Surely it isn't as strong as Ingress claims, is it? It doesn't taste particularly strong when he ventures a sip. But it does taste...

His eyes widen in awe.