"It could be a Wonderland poem. But I'm not familiar with it. Perhaps it could be a message." But he isn't certain.

Since the Wonderlander's have their own semantics and language, a style foreign to him since he is used to the ancient romances and poems written in the style back home.

Silently, he let the conversation trail off. The plates were taken away, dessert served. Are they playing a couple? Hard to believe since Lan Zhan locked up his feelings. But the casual touches and warmth of words is their bond.

"Mn." With a fork, he cuts a small bite-size piece and very slowly raise it toward to him as an offer. "It's sweet."