If Wei Wuxian's face wasn't already terribly honest, drink only makes him more so, and he wrinkles his nose at the idea of doing anything that even resembles writing lines.

"Practice? You should know better than anyone that my writing will only get worse the longer I have to do it, not better," he puffs his cheeks, leaning heavily on his husband, arms wrapping lazily around his neck now that he's at least mostly dressed again.

Decorating does sound better though, much better than writing lines. And even if he's never thought of planning a wedding for himself, he and Shijie had imagined hers on plenty of occasions. He knew more or less how it should look, and whatever they were lacking, well, Wei Wuxian had always been good at improvising. How hard could it be to find red and gold decorations?

"Okay, deal, I can decorate!" he nods, already considering what he might try to gather.