Lan Wangji is quiet, as he pokes the marshmallows on a stick and then hovers the sweet over the fire to roast it. Perhaps he is more amicable now, so he is eager to resume their activity as normal as possible for a sense of stability.

"Mn. It seems like it. The lanterns look like ours back home. So somehow, I think the Queen knows."

Meanwhile, because he feels lonely, he cuddles up to him to feel for his body, his tails, and his warmth, and because he was emotionally exhausted and he misses him.