He had, in fact, attempted to spoil A-Yuan rotten, what with trying to fill the void in his heart for having been passed through several families in his short lifetime, only to be saddled with a man who had been the most hated of his clan for awhile, who had mourned ceaselessly. He'd understood why nursery rhymes and lullabies all had such horrible lyrics; if A-Yuan was less bright a young child, Lan Wangji would have sang him his woes every night.

"You may drink, but I will not." He promised that to the other Wei Ying. He won't say it, but he definitely doesn't want to repeat any of the types of things that happens when he's drunk, apparently. Like tying up Wei Ying's hands with his headband. Lan Wangji could break through the strongest of spells, but couldn't help himself after a single shot of alcohol.

"And if you wish to purchase some downstairs, we may have to wait until our clothes are dried." Oh, that's right, their clothes are still wet and would probably need to dry overnight.

"You are welcome to stay."