Shen Yuan grins at him. "You'd look right at home on the streets of any modern city," he tells him. "But yes--it can be a little vulnerable." He makes a face. "The outfit I wore when I first got here had seven layers of robes. It's no wonder I have so much more time to fill, here, than I did back on Qing Jing--I save hours every morning just getting out of bed."
He turns the easel so Laertes can see. "Speaking of filling the time--nothing, yet. Just preparing the canvas. But--do you happen to have some time, now, actually? Can I ask you a favor, or are you rushing off to perfect another recipe?"
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Date: 2023-11-25 05:09 pm (UTC)He turns the easel so Laertes can see. "Speaking of filling the time--nothing, yet. Just preparing the canvas. But--do you happen to have some time, now, actually? Can I ask you a favor, or are you rushing off to perfect another recipe?"