[Jingyi follows Xichen in, still a little dazed but the surreality that he has been adopted and seems to have the leeway now to...he does not actually know how much leeway he has for anything. That is part of this visit, a little. Testing boundaries.]

This is supposed to be very good, Zewu-jun, according to the people at the store I talked to.

[He finds himself a seat and plops himself down, setting the box on the surface in front of him. After a moment's thought, he makes a little 'aha' noise and pulls out a Lan-blue bow from his back pocket to stick it on top of the box. There. Much better.

After that, though, he not-very-surreptitiously-at-all studies Xichen. The two of them are a couple of generations removed in relation, and while Jingyi is definitely closer with him here than they were at home--having only a handful of familiar faces plus daily lessons makes a large difference--he is still ravenously curious about all thing related to his new dad.]

After you get bowls, are you not supposed to give me a big hug? Ask me how work is? Tell me I need to eat more? This world has added a whole list of father-and-son things that we are missing out on.

[Well. At least he had warned him ahead of time about the hugs?]