( as zhongli thinks about it, he can’t help but enjoy the outlook. spending his days reminiscing and then drinking and watching their people, together. perhaps a month isn’t what this is limited to. perhaps he can visit mondstadt after this, return the favor, prolong goodbyes that seem to be growing fewer over the years.
zhongli spends time explaining each dish and how it originated. he delights in old lore and the history of each restaurant and the families that have run each and every.
by the time zhongli pays for their meal and embarrassingly large number of wine bottles, his face is flushed red with the booze and he can’t resist the geniune smile. )
It doesn’t sound terrible. ( just say you like it, moron. he rises slowly from his seat. ) Are you ready to head back?
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zhongli spends time explaining each dish and how it originated. he delights in old lore and the history of each restaurant and the families that have run each and every.
by the time zhongli pays for their meal and embarrassingly large number of wine bottles, his face is flushed red with the booze and he can’t resist the geniune smile. )
It doesn’t sound terrible. ( just say you like it, moron. he rises slowly from his seat. ) Are you ready to head back?