Despite the tears that come before, Wei Wuxian is having an excellent time. The banquet hall is lovely, all but dripping with magic that makes it feel as if the feast is taking place in the midst of a lush forest.

What's more, there are several types of alcohol. Wei Wuxian goes for the clear flame water first, familiar with the way it burns in his belly and spreads the warmth all over. The ales he samples some time after, finding them strange at first, but pleasant in the way that reminds him of biting into a loaf of freshly baked bread.

He's feeling very content indeed, and when someone takes a seat next to him, he thinks nothing of resting his head on their shoulder, offering them his newly acquired flagon of ale.