At Huaisang's fussing and complaining, Jin Guangyao makes all the appropriate "mm" and "hmm" sounds as necessary at all the correct intervals, nodding with sympathy while otherwise not engaging directly until he's asked a question. Then: "Shidi called them cheese and strawberry danishes," he explains idly, though he is already reaching for the pouch full of tools as Huaisang sets it down on the table. "There is also a 'croissant,' and 'pain-au-chocolat.'" At this he looks up from inspecting the tools to give Huaisang a look that is almost mischievous. "I think Huaisang may enjoy those the best. Please, take one."

He ignores the pastries for now and instead selects one of the small chisels from amongst the ones available, and leans in to examine the designs that have been painted onto the woodblock surface. Much of this is simply him following his own instincts and having an eye for detail and the way that things ought to go together; sorry, Huaisang, he won't be redoing all of your prints for you, but he will gladly make the end result look tidier.

The ink on the wood is long dry, and so Jin Guangyao does not feel any reservations about gently touching one of the raised edges of the wood with his fingertips. "These raised edges need to be shaved down more." He looks up at Huaisang and asks, even though he already knows the answer, "Would Huaisang like me to take care of it?" He does have so many pastries to enjoy and tea to drink, after all.