"My lips are sealed," Shen Yuan promises with a wide grin. Schoolboy shenanigans, eh? He'll have to get the whole story out of Huaisang later.

"Honestly, neither do I," he admits, studying the spread. "That one's made from avocado, I think." He points to the bright green guacamole. They have avocados in wuxia, right? "And that's sour creme." A dish full of a white blob. "No clue about the rest." He winks at Huaisang. "Shall we try them and find out?"