He laughs a little, studiously ignoring how his hand quivers when he picks up one of the pastries to take a bite. Maybe Lan Zhan won't notice? Maybe he'll just think it's because he slept poorly.

"That's what I thought," he says lightly once he's swallowed the food. As if that were the only reason: a selfish desire to sleep late. Not any other selfish desires. "Will you not be so bored waking so much earlier than me, though?"