"Wait, shidi--" he begins to protest, the endearment slipping out before he even has the chance to second guess himself, but Shen Yuan and all of the unbridled enthusiasm emanating from those fox ears and a frankly alarming quantity of tails has already begun dragging him across the parade grounds.

He staggers a step or two once they reach the beer stall and reaches up hastily to ensure his hat hasn't been knocked askew and, once certain he still looks presentable, begins to thank the vendor. And he gets about as far as, "Thank you," before Shen Yuan's effusive delight over the serving cups bubbles up out of him in the form of a fox-bark yelp of delight.

"Yes, yes, all right," he assures him, gives the contents of the flimsy cup a suspicious sniff, and takes a sip of it. He immediately pulls a face and decides, "I don't think I enjoy crunk." That's what is in the cup, right?