He finds himself unsteadily weaving throughout the room, analyzing the differences. This definitely isn't the same room Lan Zhan has. So this is the fun Lan Zhan's room?

"O~oh," he says, finally seeming to understand. After making the rounds, he plops back down on the bed and accepts the tea, but not without distaste showing clearly on his face.

"But I feel good," he insists. And, at least for the moment, it's true. There's nothing to worry about and his problems feel far away. What else could he want? He holds it back out toward Lan Wangji.

"You can have it."