We could find a pile of painted rocks and I'd be happy.

[ Honesty wasn't necessarily a forte of his, but he was with Zhongli. It keeps them busy, keeps his imaginative mind going – wishing and hoping for one more outrageous development after another.

Which... ]

Your friend. Back at Golden House. I didn't interrupt anything wading in the water, did I?

[ They're laying nearly bare, side by side, figured he might as well ask. It would keep his eyes from glancing over and admiring the man. ]