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[ This video starts out with an image of a short sword that looks like it's made out of cut bone resting on top of a blacken skillet. The camera then focuses on a set of bone cooking chopsticks resting next to a shallow bowl filled with a pale white liquid. Then the camera swings around and focuses on a table laid out with several different Chinese dishes. For those playing at home, the one very simple bottle sitting next to the food looks suspiciously like a rice wine bottle as well.

After giving everyone a minute or two to take in the sight of the food, the video turns off. Because Ye Zun is still a brat and really he is just showing off. ]

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There's no need to be so humble, it's plain that the gray comes from your arts. [By 'arts' she means martial arts, though she won't assume that Ye Zun is cultivating some dark path. Plenty of other techniques can get you fucked up.] Pardon my rudeness, but I find it funny to think of myself as your shimei- we didn't share a teacher that I know of.

[They're kind of in the middle of nowhere, so she's just more amused by the idea than anything. Allegiances were serious stuff back home. But here it's like, "did Ye Zun also go to medical school?"]

Where should I go to join you?

Wen Qing is so wise, able to know the truth. My arts did cause it to turn gray, a sign I think of just how hard the last breakthrough was for my body. [ He blinked for a moment and then laughs softly. ] Ah, I do beg your forgiveness, I just get so carried away by having someone that knows without needing to explain.

[ The similar cultures, the similar manners and just how easy it was to not have to explain every little gesture. It gets tiring after all, and Ye Zun was not one who had a lot of patience to explain. ]

I am at Odinhaus on the main floor's kitchen.

[The audio feed starts to rattle with extra feedback as Wen Qing sets out for Odinhaus- there’s the uneven thud of her descending some stairs, footsteps, a rush of wind from the outdoors.]

Oh no, not at all. You flatter me. [Here it comes… the Chinese conversational art of denying all compliments.]

But if your qi continues to be unstable, I’d advise you to be cautious. You could- [there’s a term for it in wuxialand, which she uses- 走火入魔.] destroy yourself.

[ On his end, he is going to the door to open it and lean casually as he waits for her to appear, looking rather proper in his pale hanfu. ]

This one only means to compliment where it is due; did not mean any offense.

[ Because it was proper to reply in a soft way to a soft denial of compliments. ]

Yes, I am careful with any more progress, but I've been assured that instead of harming my meridians, it removed a previous blockage that had been occurring. We're not too sure what had been causing it, but they are clear, and for some time now.

Oh no, none taken. You needn’t be so kind.

[Ye Zun might have to wait a bit, she’s detouring to get some food to add to the spread. Probably from the Heimdall cafe, which is less than ideal, but there’re few places to get some good traditional grub at short notice.]

But I’m glad to hear you’re in good health. I suppose I could take a look at it, but it sounds like your body’s recovered.

It is not kindness to speak the truth.

[ He doesn't mind even as he hisses a little at the bright light and wishes he thought about getting himself something to shade his eyes from the sunlight. ]

If you wish; I have no qualms to let you check my health.

Perhaps another time- I wouldn’t interrupt your meal.

[Eventually Wen Qing is tramping down the corridor to Ye Zun’s room -accompanied by the heavy smell of well-marinated, well-cooked meat. It turns out that Qishan cuisine is like the opposite of the bland stuff the Lan Sect eats up on their mountain. ]

It is your meal as well, when you join me.

[ He wouldn't know the difference never have been to either Sect, but he does appreciate the scent of the food she's carrying, if the small smile he had was any indication. He motions towards the table - a proper one built low to the ground where they didn't have to perch on chairs like heathens - and went to make sure that there was also tea available in case she rather have that than wine. ]

I hope my humble skills in the kitchen will please you.

I’m afraid didn’t have the time to prepare something- next time I’ll bring a proper dish.

[Wen Qing enters the apartment and thunks her offering on the table, then unwraps it- it's a bowl containing half a roasted, dark-brown chicken. The cloying smell of herb-marinated meat joins the other food-smells in the air.]

I’ve lived on rather mean meals before. I assure you I’m not in the least picky.

It's quite alright, I did do this on a whim from missing home.

[ He salutes her with her words, trying to show that he isn't offended by the already made food. As it was, it was clearly a nice match to that he already had prepared. ]

I'm sure it will prove satisfying at least.

[She settles down and pours herself a cup of tea to toast Ye Zun with. Here's to a good meal. Oh heaven, there are chopsticks. Norse people don't know what proper utensils are (chopsticks).]

It's a pity the climate here is too cold for rice.

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