I don't knooooow. When you expect plans, there's usually always something that makes them go awry. [ Some bard wisdom – always expect the unexpected, after all. ] Maybe we'll end up in a pit of angry slime or stuck in an ancient puzzle we can't quite figure out.

[ Or maybe they waste the day just looking into each other's eyes.

When he touches him, he flinches only – a hand going down to hold onto the back of Zhongli's with an unsteady breath. It's sharp, a gasp in a sense. ]

Just... just our luck, right?