[Even if the sound of Lan Zhan's return doesn't wake him, the smell of fresh breakfast has him blinking back into wakefulness in a few moments. He startles for a moment, then rubs at his mouth, teeth still coated with the remnants of mint as he sits up.
His sleepy eyes flick around the room until he spots Lan Wangji, and he clambers out of the bed to sit beside him at the table, close enough to use his shoulder as his new pillow. When that isn't sufficiently close, he threads his arm through Lan Zhan's before he seems satisfied.]
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His sleepy eyes flick around the room until he spots Lan Wangji, and he clambers out of the bed to sit beside him at the table, close enough to use his shoulder as his new pillow. When that isn't sufficiently close, he threads his arm through Lan Zhan's before he seems satisfied.]
What's on the menu?
[He yawns.]