It would be the height of filial impiety for him to even imply that his venerable father Jin Guangshan might enjoy the crunk lifestyle a little too much, but it is also near enough to one the Ten Abominations for him to actively contemplate patricide, which he does daily. So he decides to let this one thought crime slide without stewing in a mire of shame over it.

"Is it different from merely being drunk?" he asks seriously as he follows Shen Yuan's lead through the crowd, and does his very best to ensure that his companion's sprightly gait and non-stop chatter don't result in them bumping into anyone who looks like bad news. He makes appropriate, contrite apologies mostly with his eyes and smile where necessary, and, when he spots a bench on a slight incline that looks like it might have a decent view of the parade route, he coaxes Shen Yuan in that direction.

"Here, Shen-gongzi," he suggests once they reach the bench, his arm still linked with Shen Yuan's, "this should give us a nice view, don't you think?" And they will be far less likely to spill their drinks on themselves, or irate strangers, if they sit down.