#feiyun-commerce

Left delicately in place where he was staying, is a neatly wrapped box. The tag would be illegible to the untrained eye, but simply reads "Chongyun". In the box, there's a ream of thick parchment, and a few assorted, filled inkwells. There's no card, only a note detailing the contents. In the same, unkempt writing it details the origins of the blessed papers, and inks made from holy water, along with the hope that he'd found the correct supplies in his travels. There's no sigature, as honestly? There's no need.

Gentling picking up the box, he looks down at the tag, reading the scribbles clear as day. He tilts his head as he pulls the paper down in a few strokes. He pulls up the parchment, and the inkwells before he examined the note. As he reads, he perks up. A smile spreads over his face as he looks back down at them.

@feiyun-commerce

Her eyes shone with an immaculate amount of adoration, hope ever so bright. Only the WORST and most DASTARDLY person would reject this girls possible chance of culinary advancement resulting in her disappointment and sad glance, truly only a monster.

“It’ll be fun!” She clarifies holding up the bottles of abyss mage juices, in sleek diamond shaped glass bottles a slight glow and glimmer to it as each varying color represent the element of each said abyss mage. “I won’t disappoint.” Her tone is swearing and desperate, almost as if he truly WASNT the first person she asked to do this for her, given if the traveler were here she’d have no issue, their ability to swallow any dish down no matter how bizarre, like they were two chefs in the pod. But this wasn’t about the traveler, this was about Xingqui, and was she guilting tripping a bit with the puppy eyes...yeah maybe a bit but what could she say! She rarely got to cook for him outside of what her papa served on the menu.