"If you ask for too many, I'll have to run back to Wanmin to get more dough," Xiangling giggles, sticking her tongue out at Keqing playfully.
It's gentle teasing, nothing more. She'd ordinarily be happy to make Keqing as much as she could eat, but when you're in the wilderness, you really are limited by the ingredients on hand. And she's all out of special peppers, too, so how could she guarantee that Keqing ate the right ones? "Six it is!"
One, two, three, four, five, six. And another six on her own plate. The steam from the sizzling oil wafts into the air, lending their increasingly dark campsite a fragrant scent.
"Almost done," she says. "Is the bedroll all made?"
It's a bit of a weird question to ask, perhaps. After all, there's hours before they'd go to bed even after they eat. Maybe she's just planning ahead?
not a problem!! <33
It's gentle teasing, nothing more. She'd ordinarily be happy to make Keqing as much as she could eat, but when you're in the wilderness, you really are limited by the ingredients on hand. And she's all out of special peppers, too, so how could she guarantee that Keqing ate the right ones? "Six it is!"
One, two, three, four, five, six. And another six on her own plate. The steam from the sizzling oil wafts into the air, lending their increasingly dark campsite a fragrant scent.
"Almost done," she says. "Is the bedroll all made?"
It's a bit of a weird question to ask, perhaps. After all, there's hours before they'd go to bed even after they eat. Maybe she's just planning ahead?