[He lets himself relax a little when Lan Zhan embraces him. That, at least, is nice, and he's surrounded by that familiar scent. It's a difficult thing to reconcile, how different it might be to fool around now, versus in an hour or so when his hangovoer has subsided. One seems pretty much the same as the other in his mind. He's had to run training drills after a night of drinking on more than one occasion, after all.

He ends up fiddling idly with Lan Zhan's robes because sitting still is a struggle, but as he tries to recall anything from last night, a thought finally occurs.]

Oh, did I tell you? I was talking to some of the residents, and it sounds like they've been using our powers and abilities and infusing them into teas. I thought, of course it's teas. But if you drink it, you gain those powers! I already made a deal to trade with some people if we find each-other's teas.