[those really do seem to have a mind of their own... but so do his ears half the time. one turns a little, but sensing no threat, he continues on as if he hadn't noticed the gentle poking.]

Ahh, I didn't know that about baking.

[he's never actually tried his hand at that. he makes a hell of a stew though - emphasis on 'hell' because it actually tastes like you're licking the walls of the place. she gets it about the wine though, which makes wei wuxian smile.]

Good! We can drink mine and you can save yours. [he didn't come just to window shop and offer his expertise, and it's always more fun to drink with company.] There's empty crates to sit on, and since we're buying so many bottles, maybe we can get a couple of cups thrown in?

[turning his own big dark eyes on mr. bull.]