Shen Yuan coughs a little at hearing pop songs called poetry, but is too embarrassed to contradict him. Hopefully that never comes up again! It would be terrible if Lan Xichen and Nie Huaisang teamed up to make him sing again with peer pressure, just sayin'.

He washes his hands and face and puts his outer robe back on with great relief. Sure it's rumpled and his hair ribbon is missing, but at least he's technically fully clothed. He turns to face Lan Xichen again and says apologetically, "This doubts he could stomach food right now, but Lan-gongzi is kind to offer." It occurs to him in a miserable little flash that Lan Xichen might not have had breakfast either, if he was watching over Shen Yuan all morning, and he groans again with embarrassment, rubbing his head. "Perhaps, if Lan-gongzi has no other plans, he will allow this one to treat him to lunch? But he shouldn't feel obligated, by any means." No, Shen Yuan's the one with all the obligations here.

Finally he runs out of reasons to put it off and sits back down on the bed, facing Lan Xichen. "Lan-gongzi had questions?" he asks leadingly.