[ Honestly, the fruit basket was a bit much. Overbearing in every sense of the word, an extreme of the friendliness he totes so proudly. Proof that a city can function without a tight grip upon it... that his lands flourish. As much as he was trying to get the man to live a little, he's also trying to subvert expectation.

There was no threat bringing them together, no funeral or sadness – it was a joyous occasion but one Morax should be rightfully weary up. Had the fruit been rotten in the inside? Had it been filled with salt? Perhaps just rocks painted to mimic fruit? Barbatos was tricky as much as he was welcoming.

Venti was fine with his display until a chilling reminder of a voice long since lost in his mind – for once, he does not mind being called that. Not in this moment. Instead, it just makes him bite back a smirk. ]

Morax.

[ A hushed, acknowledging submission that where an archon ended, a bard began – weaved together in one form... just as Morax experienced many lives now. ]

Oh, yeah! Your land expands to the sea, mine seems to build towards the heavens.

[ Liyue harbor was quite a place, always something being prepared for with their festival schedules – putting him to shame, honestly. Venti muses that he'll nudge the sisters along over the next few years to 'find' something... maybe like an Apple Cider Festival? Ehe, but that was for another day, another worry.

Venti shakes the basket a little as if telling him to take it, impatient as he rocks back and forth on his heels. ]

There's going to come a time when we stop being amused by changes – maybe on our actual deathbeds, but... there will be a time. Shall you accompany me, esteemed guest, for the morning market?