That's probably the most enthusiastic-sounding thing Sizhui's ever heard Jin Ling say, which instantly draws his attention away from the comb he's holding, widened eyes wholly focused on his friend. After Jin Ling clears his throat, he sets the item aside, turns toward him and brightens a significant amount whenever he offers his arm.

“Absolutely,” comes without hesitation, then he hooks Jin Ling's elbow with his own and continues, “Where shall we go from here?”