[Xiao Xingchen does take a moment to think over the question in earnest. After considering the frosting, he answers:]
The cake. I will bring you a slice.
[Without waiting for confirmation, he turns to walk towards the kitchen, the uniform skirt bouncing with every step as he moves at just a lightly faster pace than usual. If it wasn't for Shi Qingxuan's insistence and Xiao Xingchen's own stubborn need to not let Xue Yang affect any more of his decisions, he might have rid himself of the garments entirely. He only even thought to stake a claim in this cafe to serve his friend the sweets he so desired.
Xue Yang could have made up that story about the poor child who wanted pastries. After lying about so many other things, it would be no surprise.
He takes a moment longer than he usually would have kept his nameless friend, a reason to put distance between the two of them helping him in calming down. Though he emerges soon enough, carrying a slice of the hot, fresh pumpkin cake - the frosting spread neatly with someone clearly taking their time in applying it - and a tea tray. Usually, this tea would come with several scoops of sugar already added; Xiao Xingchen of course had to comment on his sweet tooth friend's swiftness in adapting to the style of tea in this world. Now it's served as he would to anyone else, with everything left to Xue Yang to help himself.
Setting it down, he turns away again, as if a blank spot on the wall has his interest.]
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The cake. I will bring you a slice.
[Without waiting for confirmation, he turns to walk towards the kitchen, the uniform skirt bouncing with every step as he moves at just a lightly faster pace than usual. If it wasn't for Shi Qingxuan's insistence and Xiao Xingchen's own stubborn need to not let Xue Yang affect any more of his decisions, he might have rid himself of the garments entirely. He only even thought to stake a claim in this cafe to serve his friend the sweets he so desired.
Xue Yang could have made up that story about the poor child who wanted pastries. After lying about so many other things, it would be no surprise.
He takes a moment longer than he usually would have kept his nameless friend, a reason to put distance between the two of them helping him in calming down. Though he emerges soon enough, carrying a slice of the hot, fresh pumpkin cake - the frosting spread neatly with someone clearly taking their time in applying it - and a tea tray. Usually, this tea would come with several scoops of sugar already added; Xiao Xingchen of course had to comment on his sweet tooth friend's swiftness in adapting to the style of tea in this world. Now it's served as he would to anyone else, with everything left to Xue Yang to help himself.
Setting it down, he turns away again, as if a blank spot on the wall has his interest.]
Is there anything else you'd like, Master?