Now, in their later years, Jin Ling's taken on an appearance that's more and more reminiscent of his father every day. Today isn't an exception, it seems, and if Sizhui had known anything of Jin Zixuan's looks, he might've very well compared his friend to a peacock too, considering how much he's preening (and without any real, actual context, he still sort of has the idea).

Before he's given the chance to make a joke at all, Sizhui's struck momentarily silent by his friend's admittance, color rising high on his cheeks, which makes him bow with sheepishness. However, this doesn't keep him from smiling again, restraightening, and heel-turning to guide them toward a stall selling jewelry and whatnot. The hand that's not holding his treat bag reaches, briefly grasps Jin Ling's wrist and squeezes for reassurance. “Yes, it is,” then he lets go, faces back forward, bites into his cheek while considering before adding, “It's too bad we don't get to do it more often...”