[ The truth comes out when one is plastered, it seems. There was no denying Venti almost immediately feels the need to put his legs back against Zhongli's. Even if it was childish, it felt... fun?

But, no. He perseveres, instead favoring the entrees brought over. They smell amazing, beautifully prepared and it'll go fine with how he needs to get food in his system or whew... he'll see stars. ]

Ohhhhh, no no, no. Tonight. Let's trade beds. Just so I can be proven right, as always. I do think you'll look nice eating crow.