[ It's like Zhongli knew Venti would need to refuel that liquid courage. It's not often he does succeed in having the finest swill in the area. So, he drinks. Heavily. It may not take long, but Venti's downing it in nearly record time.
When Zhongli's voice returns – he turns with a small smile. ]
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When Zhongli's voice returns – he turns with a small smile. ]
Did you save the day?
[ His tights, he means. ]