The magic core inside of Huaisang that powers even his relatively minimal abilities burns hot and runs his metabolism fast. Most cultivators have large appetites, and Huaisang loves indulgence, so he partakes liberally of everything available, constantly using his own chopsticks to put the best morsels in Loki's bowl to insist that he try them.

Though he lacks any aptitude for most of the skills that are most highly valued among the nobility--Ritual and Courtesy (only as far as being charming and making friends), Music (barely), Archery (miserably), Charioteering (horses are terrifying), Calligraphy (exquisitely), and Mathematics (only as far as getting good deals at shopping)--Huaisang is in his element here among the trappings of pleasure. He speaks artfully and knowledgeably about the food and drink, happy to show off in one of his safely useless areas of ability.

Giggling with tipsy pleasure as they leave the tavern, taking along an unopened jar of one of the finest liquors, Huaisang leans heavier on Loki's arm as they make their way back, head drifting toward his shoulder more than once and nuzzling briefly there before straightening up again to make sure they're going the right way. "Your room or mine?" he asks, looking up at his new friend with cheerful excitement.