( despite taking to a more modern lifestyle, wen qing dons her robes for this — not the blindingly red wen sect ones, but ones more purple, in favor of yunmeng jiang. a sect that, thus far, has been far more kind to her than her birth sect ever was, and has been far more kind to her than she's deserved, considering what the wens did to lotus pier.
she gives him a low bow in return, nodding him inside. )
Thank you for coming, Young Master Jin.
( regardless of modern walls and fixtures, wen qing's dining room is very old china — a kneeling table with her fine dish ware set out, hot pots of soup and noodle dishes spread in the middle. she's a decent cook, all things considered, and she really brought out the works for this meeting in particular.
buttering him up? )
Please, sit.
( she takes her own seat, filling up his bowls, pouring him tea. someone who knows her better might mention a certain anxiety in her movements, ordinarily so strong and sure of herself. )
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she gives him a low bow in return, nodding him inside. )
Thank you for coming, Young Master Jin.
( regardless of modern walls and fixtures, wen qing's dining room is very old china — a kneeling table with her fine dish ware set out, hot pots of soup and noodle dishes spread in the middle. she's a decent cook, all things considered, and she really brought out the works for this meeting in particular.
buttering him up? )
Please, sit.
( she takes her own seat, filling up his bowls, pouring him tea. someone who knows her better might mention a certain anxiety in her movements, ordinarily so strong and sure of herself. )