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Wei Wuxian grumbles, pulling a face as he rests his head more comfortably on Lan Zhan's shoulder. "No," he admits. "I just wanted some because Ingress is having some."

But she's going to share! So that's all right. A sly smile sneaks over his face as he whispers to her, "You're the best of friends."

There is something very, very fond about the expression on his face as he looks at them.

"All right."

He turns carefully to face Bar-guniang and says, politely,

"Bar-guniang. May we have a cup of the coffee with milk that Ingress prefers? And--"

"--a small cup, otherwise. For me." Remembering how bitter it had been when he had tried it before, he adds, "Perhaps with milk as well."

A large latte manifests in a mug the color of Ingress's hair, along with a white mug of freshly percolated coffee with cream.

She steps back from them enough to take her latte and sip it. It’s the perfect temperature - not too hot, but just enough to provide delicious comfort. Especially since she’s not wearing much clothing. Diana Prince must... run a lot or something?

“Delicious. Just what I needed.”

She stands on her own two feet without leaning on either of her friends. Inside she still feels happy bubbles of love and contentment, but the coffee does help steady her. She takes another sip and then offers the mug to Wei Wuxian.

"Ah, thank you!" Quickly, before Lan Zhan can object, Wei Wuxian steals the mug and takes a sip. His eyebrows lift in pleasant surprise. "Mm. That is much better than the coffee I had."

Wait.

Did Lan Zhan just ordered coffee for himself?

He shoves Ingress's cup back toward her -- fortunately, it doesn't slosh too much -- and grabs one of Lan Zhan's hands. "Lan Zhan! Don't drink that! What if it's like alcohol to you and you don't sleep at all for three days?"

His eyes have gone huge with worry.

"Then I would have noticed, when I tried what you had before," he reassures him.

He picks up the mug and takes a cautious sip, waits for a moment, then tries another.

“Besides now you can both stay up a little later,” she says, and despite the caffeine, she yawns again.

“I’ll sober up a bit more before I go back to Haven, but I think I’m tired.”

And chilly. She’s ready for pants again.

Aw. The coffee was worth a try, at least.

Wei Wuxian pouts -- he doesn't want Ingress to leave yet! -- but relents soon enough to push the cupcakes over to her. "Take a few more before you go," he encourages. "They can be breakfast!"

And then he lets go of Lan Zhan long enough to wrap Ingress in a huge hug. "Thank you for celebrating with me. And for the wine. That was such good wine."

He keeps an eye on them both to make sure neither falls over, but nods.

"Be well, Ingress. Thank you."

They escort Ingress to the front door, coffee and all, Wei Wuxian swaying a little on his feet as he insists on giving her another hug and two cupcakes bundled in a napkin for the journey. Fortunately, he does not sway so hard as to topple them over.

Once she's safely home, Wei Wuxian sighs a long, happy sigh and leans back against Lan Zhan.

"I want to go outside," he says, peering hazily at Lan Zhan over the top of his sunglasses. "Can we?"

He wraps both arms around him, steadying him, and nods.

“If you wish.”

"I do."

If Lan Zhan's going to hug him, then Wei Wuxian is going to kiss him. That's just how this works.

"I heard someone say there's a full moon. Let's go look at it, Lan Zhan." He disentangles himself just enough to start meandering toward the back door, Lan Zhan helping him along; midway there, he starts to snicker again. "Aiya, that wine didn't taste strong at all, I'm glad I didn't find it on my own or you'd be carrying me over your shoulders!"

“Mn,” he agrees.

He manages to get the lake door open and makes sure Wei Ying’s black wings are not extended before he passes through it.

Another happy sigh. "It was so good, though. I wish you could taste it."

The cool night breeze stirs his hair and gently ruffles the feathers of his wings. It's much, much darker out than he anticipated, though. Surely it can't be that late, can it? And if it were a full moon, the grounds should be much brighter --

Oh. Right.

The sunglasses.

He fumbles them off, blinking his golden serpent's eyes up at the sky.

"I did. From your lips."

Wei Ying's eyes almost seem to glow in the darkness. It is disconcerting, but he supposes no stranger than anything else about what they are wearing.

He wraps his fingers around the other man's wrist and gently tries to draw him towards the water.

"You did?"

Oh, no. Wei Wuxian stumbles to a halt, rounding on him in a burst of sudden worry. He grabs Lan Zhan's face in both hands. "Lan Zhan, are you all right? Do you feel okay?"

One tiny glass and Wei Wuxian feels as drunk as he did in London Above. Who knows how little it would take to affect Lan Zhan?

"I did not drink it," he reassures him, letting Wei Ying search his face without trying to pull away.

"I only tasted. You."

He squints, muzzily, studying Lan Zhan a moment longer. "All right," he says at last, and pats him on the cheek before dropping his hands. "Good."

(Also, Wei Wuxian has dimly realized that Lan Zhan wouldn't have been able to hold him and Ingress upright if he were drunk as well. So... that's definitely good! Lovely, helpful, very much sober Lan Zhan. Good.)

"But it was excellent, wasn't it?" he goes on, the worry melting away as fast as it arrived. "I can't think of anything better. Not even Emperor's Smile. Which I can't believe I'm saying! But it's true, Lan Zhan, I almost wish it wasn't so strong so I could drink it more often."

"Special occasions."

He slides an arm and a wing around Wei Ying and resumes his patient attempt to move them toward the lake - or, more specifically - to the flat rocks near the shoreline.

"I know, I know," he sighs. He lets Lan Zhan guide him along without complaint. "And I know if I try to make up special occasions just to drink more, you'll make faces at me. So I won't."

A beat.

"Well, I might, but I know I'll lose. Maybe! Maybe I'll just see how much of a face you make when I suggest something."

"Mn."

He helps Wei Ying sit on the rock, when they reach it. It surely cannot be any less comfortable than a rooftop.

Indeed, Wei Wuxian thumps onto the rock with no indication that he will do anything but happily sit here for hours. As soon as Lan Zhan has joined him, he leans against him as if he were part of the rock formation itself, propping the heel of one boot on the stone as he tilts his face to the sky.

Above them, the moon gleams bright silver in the blackened sky, thin wisps of clouds refracting its light into ghostly streaks. He wraps one dark wing around Lan Zhan with a smile.

"What about when there's a full moon? Is that a special enough occasion?"

"Special," he agrees, looking at the way the moonlight shines from Wei Ying's hair and the black feathers of the wings he currently wears.

"But not enough."

"What about..."

He draws out the words, idly kicking his free foot against the rock.

"If I figure out all the new constellas -- constel -- " Damn it. "Stars. Because they're not like home, did you see that? What if I figure out how to..." Oh, what's the word. "Go places, with them. Around here."

"It would be an accomplishment. Worthy of celebration."

Before Wei Ying can take that to mean agreement, however, he adds,

"However, since Wei Ying has figured out more difficult things, it is also not a special enough occasion."

"Lan Zhan," he whines. "Lan-er-gege. Don't tease me like that! I thought you were going to agree with me. All right, fine, what else."

He snuggles closer to Lan Zhan.

"What if I clear half the talismans off my wall?"

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