Happy Birthday, Sangonomiya Kokomi!

Heey I'm back with another request 😁. Can you do how would ruan mei react to a sick reader? Thank you and have a nice day 😁

Welcome back; you're welcome, thanks for your request, and have a nice day as well 😊

Ruan Mei with a sick GN reader

Based on how she reacted about her critters, I doubt she would be vastly different when it comes to a S/O, even when sick

After all, having a S/O will not suddenly remove your troubles to express your feelings and emotions, or magically make you able to display affection, when you've never done it until now

Chances are, though, that she might introduce you to her private hobbies, could be somewhat curious about your opinions on certain matters, and more generally, will noticeably pay attention to you

Unless you happen to have hobbies in common with her, she will otherwise keep a relative distance from you

Despite this, as her S/O, you will show up in her thoughts far more than anyone else ever did or could... but she will never admit it, unknowing how to even process it

Now, if her S/O happens to be sick... expect her to check your temperature by herself, similarly to the first encounter with her in the Herta Space Station

If you tend to struggle with following medication, well, good news for you! She will personally ensure that you will... even if it means incorporating it within cakes or tea (she has experience in that regard, Stelle/Caelus can testify)

Speaking of cakes and tea, you can expect to receive them regularly; if not as help (hot tea when you have a bad cough, for example), then as a form of comfort food

She won't keep you company 24/7, even under normal circumstances (and she definitely doesn't seem like the cuddly type), but she would still let you message her, if you need something

And if the sickness would be strong enough to keep you stuck in bed all day however... she might then offer to stay during the meals

Overall, she would express her care (as minimal as it may be) through little gestures and acts of service, rather than with words or physical presence

If you pay enough attention, and if you're lucky enough, then perhaps... you might witness a few tiny smiles on her otherwise unsmiling face

But that's only likely to happen when you would announce the good news of the symptoms starting to disappear, and that your recovery is finally there

If it's just a cold, she knows you will recover from it in due time, so she sees no reason to feel worried (and even less to express it anyhow)

Ambient music:

"Ah, S/O. Good timing. The latest batch of cakes is fresh from the oven. You can get some."

"Thank you, Ruan Mei. I appreciate it."

The scientist leads you to the kitchen area, and hands you a piece of cake on a plate, alongside its spoon. You sit in the armchair opposite to her, but before you could even taste it, you couldn't hold back a sneeze, causing her sight to focus on you.

"You're getting sick."

"I'm not sure, maybe it's just-"

You found yourself interrupted in your speech, due to her hand casually resting on your forehead, and her gaze scanning your eyes with nearly as much focus and emotion as a robot would.

"Probably just a cold. However, you should rest from now on."

"You're right... I will."

"Good. You will get tea and cakes, to reward your good behavior. As for the medicine... I will fetch it for you."

"That's nice of you."

"Mhh. Make sure to not skip it."

"I do hope it won't be that kind of medicine with a terrible taste..."

Upon hearing these words, she gave you a view that seemed rather amused.

"If that's one of your worries, then surely you wouldn't mind the taste of the tea and cakes to be... slightly different from what you're used to."

"This... won't be necessary... I hope. I would rather keep their original tastes."

"That will be up to you, S/O."

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Everyday, I go insane about how little content there is of Baizhu (and when there is it's just so fucked up 😭 no shade to those who like it but how on earth is Baizhu tag on AO3 looking like just a list of trigger warnings in DMMD)

So I'm being the change I wanna see, his bday letter inspired me.

Baizhu's S/O helping him rest up

Reader here is gender neutral

Dating Baizhu had always been quite an interesting experience, but with time you quickly got used to his quirks. One of them being Changsheng telling on him when he's neglecting himself.

You were preparing a small surprise for his birthday, nothing too extravagant but still a sweet gesture for your beloved...

That is until you noticed the adepti slithering your way. Your attention went to her right away as she explained what's going on.

With Gui being out of commission and Qiqi caring for patients, Baizhu's fatigue- although his own doing- was something that worried you.

So while it wasn't like he was sick, due to his condition it sometimes feels like it's one and the same. Besides, if he'd listen to anyone that would be you... Sometimes.

And once he saw you with Changsheng around your arm he already knew what the snake was up to.

Despite your worried expression he only laughed and tried to reassure you that he was okay... Emphasis on tried because he looked like he was going to pass out any second.

You walked up to his desk and took his hands, placing away the brush he was writing with "You're impossible..." Was the only thing you said at the moment before he started with more excuses.

After all this season changing makes it so easy to get sick he was only trying to write up a list of remedies... Maybe make some sort of pamphlet or advertisement with his advice and some easy to make remedies and recipes...

Speaking of which he was just done thinking of one. He wrote down the special tea blend and yet he hasn't made it to check if his curse of bitter medicine touched also on tea as well.

As he kept on talking you decided to agree to taste test the tea, but only if he rested afterwards. That compromise he could agree to.

You went on to follow the written instructions and by the time you were done he actually fell asleep on his desk.

(If you're strong) Rolling your eyes, you pick up your lover gently. Trying to not jostle him awake and took him to his home which was pretty much a part of the pharmacy. His work really is his whole life...

Once he's settled in his bed you take off his glasses and look closely at his handsome face. Adoring every wrinkle and yet... Finding yourself worried upon looking at the dark circles under his eyes.

He probably forgot it was his birthday too, which wouldn't be the first time. You lay down next to him and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear and just let him rest. It was still pretty early so you'd get to spoil him for his birthday later today anyways.

For now, you just enjoyed the silent moment. You wanted to be with him when he wakes up. As you thought about your plans however you tried to think of a way to make him follow you. Of course he's not THAT stubborn... But you never know what his priorities will be once he wakes up. Especially since today looked like "work priority" day for him.

(If you're not strong enough to lift him) You didn't like how he was positioned and yet you didn't know if you wanted to gamble waking him up and then trying to argue with him to sleep. Because despite his promise you had a feeling he'd think of a way to do as he pleased.

After a moment of hesitation you decided to trust your lover's word and woke him up. He apologized for his drowsiness and went ahead to ask you questions about his medicine.

You answered his questions quickly to change the subject to his promise. Which he remembered and his little nap made him aware of his lack of arguments.

He leaned onto you and together you walked to his home. Of course he didn't fall asleep the moment he laid down. The two of just talked for a while. Holding each other close until he drifted away.

ocean eyes

You’ve never seen the ocean. Kafka introduces you to it.

fluffy as fawk, recycled the idea from that fic but it’d be like a prequel technically, 2.3k words

A/N: couldn’t stop thinking about kafka loving the sea she’s made for me atp. title only makes sense because of the other fic lol

The sea breeze washes over your being, it caresses each strand of hair and softly touches your skin like gentle hands cupping your cheeks. You feel it in your ears, a sound you’re hearing for the first time; its warmth seems to enter your lungs and clear it of past impurities with every inhale, and you wish to take a deep breath to keep it inside your chest forever.

The sensation leaves you immobile. In front of you, the ocean. A myth come true, its beauty rivaling Idrila’s. It’s vast, bigger than your mind can comprehend even after so many years spent traveling the cosmos, and a deeper blue than the sky it’s reflecting. Water has never been so alive, with waves crashing on the shore and currents on the horizon, you are facing an entity larger than life. Its depths create and harbor life that you won’t ever get to see. Your mortal eyes can only perceive a fraction of it, so small and significant. You didn’t think it was possible for water to kiss the sky, having the proof before you fills you with wonderment. Among it, some strange feeling nestles in your throat. You stand as it curls around your vocal cords and leaves you mute. Words are useless in front of something so grand, you realize, they fade away as if they've never existed at all. You lose yourself in cold blues and the occasional whites of flying seagulls, in salty air that quickly becomes your favorite scent, and you can’t speak for a long moment.

Lithe fingers, laced with your calloused ones, tighten their hold on your hand. It takes a couple blinks to tear your eyes away from the boundless sea, and you turn to Kafka’s fond smile. She’s watching you, drinking you in like you’re the precious sight and not the limitless expanse of water on the coast. A thumb swipes over the crease of your eye, lingering at the corner for a second too long, and you realize she’s wiping a tear away.

“Oh,” you exhale softly, bringing your free hand to your face. Your cheeks are wet with silent tears and you sniffle as you wipe them from your skin. “I didn’t even notice.”

“What were you thinking about so intently just now?”

You look back at the sea, an ache in your throat. The sun hides behind thin clouds and paints the world in soft colors.

“I was wondering if my planet was ever this pretty. I wish my mother could have seen it.”

Your home world fell victim to a Stellaron, like plenty throughout the galaxy. It dried most of your rivers and evaporated many of your lakes, transforming seas into lands full of sand. Water was a limited resource and a tedious thing to acquire. You remember stumbling on a picture book with various shades of blue filling some of the pages and asking your mother about it. That evening, she explained the ocean to you; never-ending, deeper than mortals can comprehend and filled with creatures your childish mind could merely compare to alien life. You thought she was making stuff up, maybe embellishing a mundane truth, but she spoke of the sea with the same tenderness she used to tuck you into bed. As you grew, you understood that it was longing in her words, a deep desire for something she would never experience in this lifetime. To you, it felt pointless to yearn for something she didn’t know; your mother was born long after the Stellaron infected your planet and spread its cancer to the roots of your world. You didn’t understand how this desire was born, where it came from. Yet, in her eyes resided a wistfulness that was only extinguished the day she died. She left the waking world longing for the sea, and memories of her constrict your chest as you stand at the edge of it.

Kafka hums, pivoting to face the water. A gentle silence settles between you as you watch the waves rise and fall on the shore. Her bare palm is warm against yours, it grounds you to the sand beneath your feet. Seagulls make a grating sound, you discover, but even their squawking can’t ruin the view before you. You feel a sudden restlessness to touch the water, to have it envelop you entirely until you feel yourself disappear in it as if absorbed.

“Can we go in the water?”

Kafka smiles. “Sure.”

Your hand slips from hers and you step out of your slides, sinking your toes into the hot sand of the beach. Sand is something you’re familiar with, it reminds you of your mom and your broken world. Comfort fills you with every step towards the waves. Kafka follows beside you, used to the sights and the sensations. She comes here every summer, but this is the first time she’s brought you along. You understand why she’d want a place like this all to herself, it brings forth a sense of serenity best enjoyed in solitude. Or, at least it did, before. Before experience brought you closer.

You hesitate somewhat once you reach the water. Your feet are submerged in it and suddenly its vastness becomes a little terrifying. Kafka walks in further until she’s standing waist deep in the water, circling hands creating ripples around her. She turns to face you with a silent question on her stretched lips.

“…I don’t know how to swim,” you confess uselessly, prompting a chuckle out of her. She knows that, obviously, since you’re unfamiliar with large bodies of water.

“We can stay on the shallow end. Don’t want you drowning on my watch, I’d get in a lot of trouble with the others.”

Kafka holds out her hand. You take it with some reticence. She brings you close enough for wet fingers to squeeze your waist affectionately. Her easy expression makes you at ease, she seems different on this planet, more carefree. She’s not wearing her contacts and her ponytail is lower than usual, its tie looser around her long locks of hair. You’re privy to a side of her you had no idea existed and you’re honored by the trust she puts in you.

“Nice, right?”

“It’s cold,” you reply, looking down at your wobbly reflections.

“Mm, I like it.”

You dip your hands beneath the water and turn your palms to the sky. Algae brushes against your calves as you move around. Kafka lets you explore, head tilting back to face the sun. You venture a bit further until your neck is the only thing sticking out of the water. Impulsively, you squeeze your eyes shut, pinch your nose with two fingers and sink into the water. Every sound is muffled in your ears, and in the darkness everything is pointless. This is different from a shower or being caught in the pouring rain, you feel light. weightless, insignificant. You wonder if that’s what your mother longed for, this freedom to be anything and anyone, drifting through the boundless sea. You emerge with a little gasp, rubbing the water out of your eyes before blinking them open.

You’re careful not to stray too far from where Kafka is drinking in the faint sunlight. Her eyes are closed when you glance back at her, chin tilted to the heavens. Her shoulders have turned a rosier color from the sun and her dark, backless bathing suit contrasts beautifully with the clear ocean blue. You walk towards her, flicking your wrist to send water flying her way. Her brows twist for a second before she looks at you with a small smile. Kafka always smiles a lot, more often than not to unsettle her opponent or prey, but there’s a softer edge to the ones she’s had since you arrived on this planet.

“What do you usually do here?” You ask, moving closer to her.

“Float. Wanna try?” Kafka holds onto your waist when you’re close enough to reach, pulling you towards her. “I can show you.”

“I don’t want to drown.”

“You’re not going to drown.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Kafka playfully rolls her eyes and takes hold of your chin with a few fingers. Her gaze follows the movement of her thumb across your jaw, then flicks up to meet yours.

“I wouldn’t let you,” she says, leaning in to press her lips on yours in a soft kiss. Your eyes flutter shut as her mouth slowly moves against yours. She pulls away after a moment and looks at you. “Do you trust me?”

“At times.”

“Well, trust me now.”

One of her hands is placed on the small of your back to support you, the other gently guides you onto your back by applying pressure on your chest.

“What if I float away,” you say, a tinge of panic enveloping you, and you grab her wrist to stay upright.

Kafka can’t help the amusement on her face. “To where?”

“Far, I don’t know.”

“Would you miss me?”

You pout. “It’s a valid fear to have.”

“It’s really not.”

“What if I float to the deep end, then it’s too late to come back and I drown because I can’t swim?”

Kafka looks at you for a moment, eyelids lowering and an amused smile on her lips. She doesn’t say anything, just stares at you like she’s thinking of something funny.

“What?” You ask, eyes narrowing.

“You killed three flying beasts twice your size at once, last week. You're scared of a little water?”

“Fuck you,” you try pushing her away, but she only presses you further into her with her arms around your waist, a laugh escaping her. “There’s nothing little about the fucking ocean.”

“Relax,” she drawls, “it won’t work if you’re tense.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing.”

Kafka curls a hand around the back of your neck and suddenly brings you closer to capture your lips with hers. Her head tilts to kiss you better, and you can’t focus on anything but the sweet kisses she presses against your mouth. Your wet hand trails up her spine, causing droplets of water to slide down her back. Your lips part to deepen the kiss when her tongue swipes over your bottom lip. You forget the argument, your muscles relax as her chest touches yours, and by the time she pulls away with a soft exhale through her nose, you almost forget your surroundings. You chase her lips as she leans back, planting a few more chaste kisses on her mouth. She indulges you for a minute, the fingers on your nape tightening their grip for an instant. You’re breathing heavier when she separates from you for good and smiles.

“Now, let’s try it again, mmh?”

Kafka teaches you how to float in the water with firm hands and occasional teasing jabs to which you would respond if she wasn’t the one standing between you and drowning. In the end, you spend most of the day at sea, learning how to keep water from going up your nose without using your fingers and the basics of swimming. Your fingertips are pruned hours later as you emerge from the water. Kafka’s still under— you bet on who could hold their breath the longest— so you dive back beneath the surface as quietly as you can. She calls you a cheater afterwards, but you distract her with wet, slippery kisses.

You’re drying yourselves on the beach as the sun sets below the horizon. You sit on your towel next to Kafka, who’s reclined on her elbows. Her eyes are closed, not a crease between her brows, and her head is tilted upwards. Before, you thought she was sunbathing, but now the temperature is slightly lower than this afternoon and the sun is no longer visible in the sky. You think perhaps she’s simply enjoying the sound of the waves and the salty air like you did earlier. It’s funny, she hasn’t told you what this place means to her; it clearly holds some sort of significance if she returns to it annually. Her way of revealing herself is unconventional at best and a little clumsy, like a fawn taking its first steps. She presents you the sea, this part of her she keeps hidden from everyone, and says nothing else. You watch the lines of her nose, the curves of her lips and their pretty pink color. Her face is bare from any makeup, her hair loose and her expression so relaxed she might’ve been asleep. She’s beautiful. You’re no longer gazing at the ocean, though you feel a familiar sense of wonder as you observe her. Your heart is light in your chest and you suddenly understand how your mother could yearn for something she’s never experienced before.

Kafka’s eyes slowly blink open. She tilts her head to meet your stare with a smile, and you long to love her like your mother longed for the sea.

“Let’s stay a little longer.”

You nod. Your limbs move before you can stop yourself; you straddle her waist, sitting on her lap and snaking your arms around her back. Kafka lets you bury your nose in the crook of her neck, using a hand in the sand to support the both of you.

“What’s that for?” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice as you breathe in the smell of the sea on her skin.

“Nothing,” you lie, pressing a kiss to her skin.

Your mouth trails up her neck to her jaw, tasting salt, and Kafka hums when you kiss her lips. It feels different to kiss her after getting acquainted with the ocean because you finally have something to compare the weightlessness that overwhelms you with each of her fervish kisses. A hand tangles itself in your hair, pulling you closer until she reclines on the ground and your body follows without missing a beat, lips locked.

You pull away to breathe in, only slightly, reveling in the sensation of her hand up your back.

“You’ll get sand in my hair,” Kafka mutters into your mouth.

“I’ll wash it for you.”

On a deserted beach and with the sea as your witness, you kiss her until the moon ascends in the sky and the waves grow stronger behind you.

i had a fun request idea: reader getting into a prank war with yae miko >:) i like to think she'd be playful enough to join in and retaliate. i used to get up to a lot of pranks with my old coworkers and by far the funniest was hiding then jumping out and scaring each other- i think that would be a really funny prank to play on miko

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Oh she would definitely get her share of fun by retaliating, for once that someone is bold enough to just dare tease her in return 😏

GN reader getting into a prank war with Yae Miko

It's common knowledge, at this point, that Yae Miko is among the biggest teasers in Teyvat

Witnessing all forms of reactions is a great source of entertainment for her, especially when your lifespan is longer than the one of humans

But the rarest, and most exquisite of them, is when her interlocutor purposely dares to tease back

For her, this is akin to a declaration of (prank) war, and she certainly won't stop until you are the one admitting defeat... or begging her to stop, if you end up being so desperate

As a certain Aranara called Aranakin would put it: "this is where the fun begins"

One day, you felt brave enough to hide on the path leading to your home, as you invited her for your weekly tea time together

It was initially a spontaneous offer from you, but over time, it became a regular part of your weekly schedules, with each of you preparing the tea by turn

Naturally, you kept her in the dark regarding your true intentions for today, as you would usually wait for her to arrive, or come along with her

You suddenly emerged from behind the bushes as she passed by, causing her ears to twitch a little, but only out of surprise

It would take a lot more than that to scare her though

"My, my... Someone's feeling bold today. Were you trying to scare me, little one?"

With the same amount of confidence as always, she casually approached you, and slowly reached out for your chin, embracing it with her hand.

"I do hope, however, that you're fully aware of what you've just done... And I trust, of course, that you're ready to face unforeseen consequences, hmm?"

"Of course I am!"

"Very well, S/O. We shall see for how long you will be able to keep up."

She then releases your chin and moves back along on the path, as if nothing ever happened just now.

The rest of that day went as normal as always, and just like you kept her in the dark for the little surprise today, she's doing the same regarding all the ideas sprouting in her mischievous mind

Things are going to be eventful from now on

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One day, you were casually enjoying your time with her at the Grand Narukami Shrine

A shrine maiden requested her attention for some matters, thus leaving you alone in the room for a while

The prankster in you suggested to swap her current light novel in progress, with a blank empty one

She noticed it only after you left... thankfully

"That little rascal..."

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The following day happened to be your weekly tea time

Except that your cup is filled with what seems to be tea, as always... minus the taste, replaced by just hot water

"What the..."

"Is the tea not to your liking, little one? I prepared it like I always do."

"That's just... colored hot water!"

As you dared to say this, her eyes started to glow, while an Electro kitsune began peeking from behind her.

"Are you saying that you now dislike my tea? But you always praised it until tonight. Does that mean you've been fooling me all this time, S/O?"

Her stare turns more intense on you... until it all returns to normal, followed by a chuckle coming from her.

"You should have seen your face just now, that was quite the sight. I jest, of course~"

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You collapse exhausted on her laps, at the end of a long and tiring day

At this, she glances down at your weakened form and starts patting your head

"Dear me, how kind of you to use your remaining energy to come visit me, out of everything you could have done."

You hum gently at her words, while she scratches softly through your hairs to help you relax a little.

"After all, you know full well that I would never give you up, or let you down, or even run around and desert you. Likewise, I happen to know your boundaries, so I would never make you cry, say goodbye, tell a lie, or desert you."

Her smile increasingly grows into a smirk, as you process what you just heard, until it finally hits you.

"You..."

"What is it? If you're willing to discuss a truce, maybe you should rest first. After all, we don't want you to agree to my conditions without paying attention, mhh? I admit this would be pretty amusing though."

Considering your exhaustion, and knowing how she would set her conditions, you decide to wisely follow her advice, and consequently rest

You may not be safe from her little tricks, but alas, you will be safe in her near

And it's not a privilege she plans to remove through her truce's conditions

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Happy Birthday, Yumemizuki Mizuki!

"Hmm~ What a nice morning. Now then, what should I do today? Oh, is that ukulele music in the wind? Have our friends from the People of the Springs come to visit Inazuma too?"

Happy Birthday, Kamisato Ayaka!

"Thank you for the delivery... Did Chiori leave me a message?"

"Ah! Yes! 'I believe this outfit and the accessories will suit you.' And... 'Happy Birthday!'"

Happy Birthday, Yumemizuki Mizuki!

Good afternoon! Going by the look on your face, I suppose you must have had a pleasant dream just now?

It seems the treatment has proven quite effective. Ah, perfect timing. The afternoon snacks are ready too.

This is a special dessert prepared with help from Ya-chan and Te-chan. You won't find a taste this enchanting in any other establishment.

Anyway, please make sure to eat it all up~

their words comfort you. it doesn't matter if you're tough or strong, or if you're prone to the pain and the struggle, they'll comfort you no matter who or what you are.

they'll hold you tight like never before, whispering either comforting, loving, and careful words to you or true and genuine words of wisdom for you to take and use for later on. whether you sob in their arms or feel their embrace in silence— or if you spill everything you've been holding in, they'll take you into a kind hug and let you do what you're comfortable doing.

never do they force anything out of you, nor would they ever force you to be silent in their embrace. their comfort is for you, and while they hold you, it's their job to let you feel comfort in their arms. forcing you into anything simply wouldn't do any good for either of you.

though, if you wish to be left alone, they will let you alone— albeit after asking a few times if you're truly okay with the solitude. they want you to know that they care, and they'll show it by respecting you, your boundaries, and what you want and need.

it doesn't matter what struggle or struggles you've faced or that you're facing. they'll be there to comfort you when needed, and they'll give you the proper space when necessary. they care about you, and they'd also love for you to know that.

so, no matter what, there's always a place for you to go, whether that be in their arms or by a window in the solace of night where either storms or stars hang over the sky, they'll care about you, regardless of where they are or where you are.

– your faves / comfort characters.

Hello! I saw your post, I'm so excited to see your writing! :D

Could I request some headcanons for Furina? What do you think she learnt cook first after macaroni? Do you think she is making plans to travel around Teyvat?

Thank you!

Hi, and thank you for your request and interest! You also have the honor of being the one to inaugurate my blog and ask box :D I hope you will like it :)

Furina headcanon about her cooking and a travel around Teyvat

"one step at a time" is her motto

As such, after a while, she looked for something that isn't pasta in a different shape, yet which is prepared in a similar manner

Her eyes lit up in amazement when she discovered some bags of rice in her usual general goods store

Set water to boil, drop it in until it's done, then drain and serve, just like macaroni; how amazing and convenient is that?

Every once in a while, she invites Neuvillette and Clorinde for lunch

They subtly check up on her, ever since she moved on her own, while she gets to enjoy company from trustable fellows

These two got used to her macaroni over time though, so imagine their absolute shock when rice was served instead, with no prior warning...

Ambient music:

Neuvillette: Lady Furina, what... is this?

Furina: It's rice! Don't you like it?

Neuvillette: I do like it, but my concern stems from something else... Why the sudden culinary change? This isn't like your usual self.

Furina: Well, I figured that, although macaronis are good, some variety must be nice from time to time, to not grow tired of always eating the same food... It appears that seasoning does have limits.

Clorinde: Fair enough. With that in mind, you could consider a culinary trip throughout Teyvat.

Furina: A... culinary trip?

Neuvillette: As you might have heard during the latest Fontinalia Film Festival, the Yashiro Commissioner from Inazuma and I had a fruitful business meeting, on the thematic of cultural exchanges. If you'd be interested to pursue Miss Clorinde's suggestion, I do believe there is an opportunity here, with Inazuma as first destination for said trip.

Clorinde: I remember we crossed paths not long ago in Chenyu Vale. Inazumans happen to have a fond liking for tea as well.

Furina: When you put it like that, I admit it does sound interesting... I'll give it some thoughts then.

And just like that, the lunch went smoothly as always

Neuvillette and Clorinde were relieved to know that Furina is doing well, and in the process, the Iudex obtained a thematic suggestion for his next business meeting with Ayato

Although, with how things look now, Furina was on the verge of discovering dango balls...

But alas, she now has a reason to travel through Teyvat

"one step at a time", as she says, but between the neighboring land of the exquisite Chenyu Adeptea, and the other nations of Teyvat, it will be a significantly bigger step than usual

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the thyme pun made me laugh 😭😭😭😭 this is so cute, thank you for doing my request! i think you write wanderer well! :D this came at the perfect time hahah, i was so happy to see a wanderer post

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I envy your ability to "laugh" at puns, I'm always stuck with grinning at best, similarly to Albedo 🗿

You're welcome, I'm glad you like it, and thank you 👀