He held onto his hand, perhaps he realized he's not holding enough, but they're both engaged now, so he wondered if this is even appropriate. Yet, he felt safe doing so. His hand is always warm to hold.

"Cheesecake. It doesn't exist back home. I learned the recipe. I learn to bake a lot of things during my time here." With plenty of time to pass, Lan Zhan was hopelessly bored.

Sitting with him by the table, their bodies close, and when the food appears, he eats quietly without complaint of how hot the dishes were and how spicy it is to him. He drinks his water quickly though.

He only sniffed in response, eyes, and nose watery from the hot dishes, his pale jade face a bit red as he tries to tolerate the heat of the dishes.