"Just give it a few years. We all start developing these decorations." He turns and flashes a playful smile, drawing his fingertip along the curve of a horn. "Pretty, aren't they?"

They enter the palace and turn into a parlor almost immediately to one side where food has been laid out. It's nothing fancy and there is no meat, but the vegetables are almost recognizable and it's all heavily spiced. Wei Wuxian plops down on one side of the table, letting the leash drop as he does so. "We all lose our memory when we come here. The fall takes it from us."

He helps himself to some of the food. There's plenty, though it is simultaneously too bland and too spicy.