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Ugh. [He shakes his head, wrinkling his nose.] That involves foresight Mal. Who has time for that?

[He grins at her after and begins to gather the paper up along with some thin wire that he pulls from his work space.] Have you ever made lanterns before? Want to learn?

[inkings]

[ clearly not the man who can’t be bothered to organize. she gingerly slides what can only be accurately called “stuff and things” off a seat, and drops into it after. ]

I’m always here for learning. [ while he busies himself, she snags a pen and starts doodling on a stray envelope. ]

I spent lunar New Year once in Northern Wei. My friend, Lonnie, invited us. Didn’t get to make lanterns, but I saw them decorating the buildings. There was an entire road where row after row of lanterns had been hung. [ she grins at the memory. ] It was magnificent walking under them.

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[He can picture her description perfectly, a hundred memories springing to mind.]

You would have loved Lotus Pier at Lunar New Year. Nothing could compare. More lanterns than you could imagine, street vendors at every corner—the food alone! [His grin turns a little wry (and a little sad, though he snorts quickly and shakes it off before he allows himself to fall too far down that path.)]

I would eat so much! Always way too much. [The memories fade and he winks at her, returning to the present.]

It might be smaller tonight, but it'll be just as good. [No soup from Shijie perhaps, but lanterns put together by the two of them. No Jiang Cheng nagging at his manners, but Lan Wangji and Jory sitting at the same table.]

Alright, here's how we start. [And like that he turns his focus to the lantern making, quickly showing her how to create the structure out of wire and then begin to form the paper around it.]

[inkings]

[ her first wire frame is sad, her second better, by the third it starts resembling wei wuxian's example. she has better luck with the paper, even managing to hide her sad, sad frame.

halfway through her lanterns, she asks, ] Do you decorate these after?