Huaisang looks up at him with round, awed eyes at the description of the frozen treat. He loves treats of all sorts, and the mountains of Qinghe are such that it's easy to store ice even in the heat of summer, but it's expensive to do such storage and that makes it a rare and precious treat. The sound of being able to do such a thing through enchantment tantalizes him. "I'd like to try such a thing, one day."
Not that he expects to ever be able to do so, unless it's a magic that Loki has brought with him. Huaisang doesn't think he'll ever be able to leave the cultivation world. The best he can hope for is visiting the other sects. "I do hope you'll stay a little longer. You should come to Qinghe for the natural beauty of the mountains, and the pleasure of our hot springs."
The tavern that Huaisang has in mind isn't far. He isn't recognized here--he's not a frequent enough visitor for that, nor does he have the leadership recognition he would have in his own province, and his ornamentation is limited to the relatively simple silver guan in his hair. In Lanling, he doesn't stick out as nobility. The waiter still fawns on them both, recognizing that Huaisang clearly has enough silver and silk brocade to signify wealth, and the tall stranger next to him is exotic enough to be probably a rich foreigner. More than enough reason to earn them the finest table and the most attentive service.
Ordering for them both without hesitation, Huaisang requests several fine wines and liquors and a variety of dishes. He knows the specialties already, and the waiter is clearly delighted by the opportunity to show off the tavern's cuisine--and to serve some of the highest-cost items on their menu.
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Not that he expects to ever be able to do so, unless it's a magic that Loki has brought with him. Huaisang doesn't think he'll ever be able to leave the cultivation world. The best he can hope for is visiting the other sects. "I do hope you'll stay a little longer. You should come to Qinghe for the natural beauty of the mountains, and the pleasure of our hot springs."
The tavern that Huaisang has in mind isn't far. He isn't recognized here--he's not a frequent enough visitor for that, nor does he have the leadership recognition he would have in his own province, and his ornamentation is limited to the relatively simple silver guan in his hair. In Lanling, he doesn't stick out as nobility. The waiter still fawns on them both, recognizing that Huaisang clearly has enough silver and silk brocade to signify wealth, and the tall stranger next to him is exotic enough to be probably a rich foreigner. More than enough reason to earn them the finest table and the most attentive service.
Ordering for them both without hesitation, Huaisang requests several fine wines and liquors and a variety of dishes. He knows the specialties already, and the waiter is clearly delighted by the opportunity to show off the tavern's cuisine--and to serve some of the highest-cost items on their menu.