It takes Mingjue a moment to figure out what Huaisang means by 'gifted him with a replica of home,' but when he does he sputters. "Huaisang, you—the Unclean Rea—that was—"
And then he snaps his mouth shut because he does not want to follow that thought. He knows enough about this place so far that to know when he's beat. Striking a tactical retreat, he backs up and pretends he didn't hear Huaisang say anything about it.
"I am moving in to my rooms there," is what he says instead. "They are eerily accurate. I was surprised they were empty."
Though when he follows upon on that, he can't keep the frustration out of his voice, "You always were better at knowing about people. Who all do you have here?" His tone is far less pleasant than the content of his words, but he's trying. He reaches out for his own utensils and considers the food in front of him. It looks amazing. "And is this food suspect too?"
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And then he snaps his mouth shut because he does not want to follow that thought. He knows enough about this place so far that to know when he's beat. Striking a tactical retreat, he backs up and pretends he didn't hear Huaisang say anything about it.
"I am moving in to my rooms there," is what he says instead. "They are eerily accurate. I was surprised they were empty."
Though when he follows upon on that, he can't keep the frustration out of his voice, "You always were better at knowing about people. Who all do you have here?" His tone is far less pleasant than the content of his words, but he's trying. He reaches out for his own utensils and considers the food in front of him. It looks amazing. "And is this food suspect too?"