[wei wuxian has drank in a number of places: on steps and in caves and on the roof. a crate for a chair and one for a table is downright dignified. he places the cups down before uncorking the bottle and filling the cups, finally sliding hers to her with an awkward little laugh.

as far as wei wuxian's legacies go, that's not the worst one.]

Ah, yeah. In more ways than one now. [he rubs one of his ears.] The babies are half-grown and you still haven't came to see them.

[he picks up his own cup, taking a drink of the wine and holding it in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. it's sweet like fruit, without too much burn. he hopes he chose well for her.]

Could you spend time with your friend without drinking? I'm sure he wouldn't want you to push yourself into anything.