Setting up camp is probably the closest equivalent she has to Xiangling’s talent with cooking, thanks to how often she finds herself spending the night outside the walls of Liyue Harbor, so Keqing’s answer all but spills out of her—

“Of course! I’ll try to find a spot where we won’t get too cold…” As if that’s really something they need to worry about; shy as she can sometimes be, it’s difficult to imagine they won’t sleep near each other, if absolutely nothing else. The thought only crosses her mind once the words have left her mouth, though, and that makes the heat in her cheeks tick just a few degrees warmer. “I- I won’t go far, though.”

Because she doesn’t want to leave Xiangling on her own for too long, mostly, but also because it’ll be more efficient that way. With that being said, though— she spares a little glance toward their surroundings, and then starts moving in the direction of what she can only assume is a little clearing just a few dozen feet from where they’d found their special chili.

A few steps in, and she calls over her shoulder:

“Just shout if you need me, alright?”

Even if the area looks rather unoccupied, free of hilichurls and other things that go bump in the almost-night, it’s better to be safe than sorry!