Xingchen has been making his way around the house, making tea and doing his best to prepare some kind of lunch for them. He has slowly gotten used to items in the kitchen and how they are used. That doesn't mean he has gotten used to making anything besides basics. But he does his best to prepare a light and simple lunch with rice and vegetables. Just something to take the edge of hunger off but hold them to dinner.

He still eats so little, far too used to his time in Yi City where they lived so meagerly. Even after being here for these last several months he has a hard time breaking out of that routine. But once the lunch if ready he moves towards where he thinks Xue Yang is meditating. He doesn't want to disturb him but he wouldn't want the food to go to waste either.

"Xue Yang...?"