Yes yes, how dare he doubt the upper limits of Huaisang's bladder capacity. Shen Yuan just nods and grind through Huaisang's fluttering, sipping his wine, before turning his attention to the snacks.

"Alas," he says good-naturedly, "this one was an even bigger homebody in his first life than he is now. If A-Sang has any questions this one would be pleased to answer, but I'd be working on things I read about or saw in plays, for the most part. For instance," he zeroes in on the nachos, picking up the tray with its many condiments and putting it down in front of Huaisang. "Does A-Sang know what these are?"