[pfsb] happy halloween!

[acrookedpath]

It's that time of year again.

The inn is bustling. All manner of strange outfits have been donned (some more willingly than others). Lanterns flicker ominously in the corners, pumpkins stand sentry at either end of the bar, and every order comes complete with a handful of wrapped candies.

And -- if you're Wei Wuxian -- Madam Bar has also gifted you with an enormous array of tiny cakes, each one with a little candle stuck in its center. His second birthday at the inn has arrived, and he could not be more pleased.

(He's also wearing a red T-shirt that reads, simply, I'M THE CHAOS. Just like last year, he has set his mild confusion aside in favor of delight at the bounty Madam Bar has given him.)

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[acrookedpath]

Immediately, he accepts the spoonful of soup, and --

It tastes --

His eyes well up, and he could no better stop the tears than he could stop the rise of the sun.

It tastes like home. Like all the love Jiang Yanli poured into everything she did, every person she cared about. Like the blanket she would tuck around his shoulders on a cold, rainy night, or the touch of her hand smoothing down his errant wisps of hair. It is that meeting in Yiling in Yiling when -- even though Wei Wuxian could no longer be a part of Yunmeng Jiang -- she found a way to tell him, You are still our family.

He has missed her so, so much, and even if she is only here until the night's end, she is here.

Wei Wuxian smiles, wobbly. "It's perfect," he whispers.

[lotus_sister]

She beams at him, even as she cups her fingers to his face and brushes her thumb across his cheekbone, wiping away the tears. "I'm glad," she tells him, softly. "Sit, Xianxian. Let me get you a bowl."

[acrookedpath]

He leans into her touch; it takes a moment before he nods, and carefully steps away to pick up the bowls.

"It's a shame Lan Zhan does not eat meat," he says. (He sounds a bit hoarse, still.) "Otherwise I would find a way to save a bowl for him as well."

[lotus_sister]

She takes the first bowl from him and begins to ladle it full. "I'll have to think of something to make for him, too," she muses.

Jiang Yanli sets the bowl down in front of the stool where A-Xian had been sitting before filling the rat's bowl as well.

[acrookedpath]

The rat's ears prick higher; it sniffs the air, lets out another squeak, and scuttles over to sit beside the larger bowl.

"And you'll have a bowl of soup for yourself, won't you?" asks Wei Wuxian as he takes a seat.

[lotus_sister]

She gives the rat its bowl and smiles at A-Xian. "I will," she promises. "Eat."

Jiang Yanli gets another bowl for herself and settles down beside him with her own serving.

[acrookedpath]

"Good." He nudges her shoulder with his own once she's sat down. "I don't want shijie to put so much work into this without enjoying any of it herself!"

And with that, he digs in. (As does the rat, with a far smaller spoon it's produced from somewhere.)

[lotus_sister]

"It isn't work," she protests, smiling at him. "It makes me happy to do this for A-Xian."

[acrookedpath]

"Well," he says, adopting a magnanimous air, "so long as it makes my shijie happy."

His smile is soft, though, and completely sincere.

"I could not ask for a better birthday present."

[lotus_sister]

Jiang Yanli smiles back at him, warm and fond. On the other side of the soup kettle, the rat squeaks; it sounds pleased.

"Do you like it?" she asks, and the rat nods.

[acrookedpath]

"Shijie makes the best soup," he declares, spooning up more of it the instant he's done speaking. "She would make it all the time for us at home."

Is he biased? Of course. Does he care? Not even a little!

[lotus_sister]

The rat squeaks something else at another kitchen worker, who scurries to a cupboard and then over to hold up a pen and a stiff piece of paper to Jiang Yanli, who takes both with visible bemusement.

She looks down at the paper, which shifts before her eyes to show a heading at the top that says 'Recipe.' She blinks.

"You want me to write how to make it?"

[acrookedpath]

Wei Wuxian pauses mid-spoonful, eyeing the exchange with open curiosity.

Both rats nod vigorously. The newest arrival blinks up at Jiang Yanli with such wide-eyed hope that Wei Wuxian has to stifle a laugh.

[lotus_sister]

"I don't - I just make it," Jiang Yanli starts, before she breaks off, considering. She looks very thoughtful for a couple of moments, then smiles, bright and shining.

"If I tell you, you have to make it for A-Xian whenever he wants."

[acrookedpath]

The rats exchange considering looks of their own -- then nod again, decisive, and squeak in unison.

Wei Wuxian has to swallow hard around the sudden lump in his throat. "Shijie," he whispers, too overcome to say anything else.

[lotus_sister]

Jiang Yanli beams at the rats, then at her brother. "There. Now you have to help me, A-Xian, and you'll write it down as I tell you how I do it."

[acrookedpath]

"Of course."

Within moments he's beaming again, bright-eyed, and it is all he can do not to throw his arms around his shijie again.

"I will make sure it's a very diligent recording, so it will be impossible to make mistakes."

[lotus_sister]

She smiles back at him, and every bit of just how much she loves him is clearly visible in her face.

"I know you will. But eat your soup first. We don't want it to get cold," she admonishes, gently.

[acrookedpath]

"Aiyo, that would be tragic," he agrees, laughing, and returns to his bowl. He takes his time as he eats, savoring every sip; this might be the slowest Jiang Yanli has ever seen him eat.

There will be future bowls of soup. That eases a little of the ache. But this one -- this one, his shijie made herself, and he's going to treasure it for as long as possible.

[lotus_sister]

It does her heart good to see how much A-Xian enjoys it. She's glad the rats asked, she decides. Even if she can't be here herself, most of the time, at least he'll have this.

She sits quietly beside him, thinking over the recipe, and feels at peace.

[acrookedpath]

Sadly, no bowl of soup can last forever. Wei Wuxian's spoon hits the bottom of the empty bowl with a soft clink; resting his hand in his lap, he lists sideways to put his head on his shijie's shoulder, letting out a long, contented sigh as he does.

[lotus_sister]

She laughs softly and puts her arm around his back. "Happy, A-Xian?"

[acrookedpath]

"Very." He snuggles into her sideways embrace. "I've had soup and I have my shijie here. What could be better?"

[lotus_sister]

"Good," she murmurs. "I'm happy too."

[acrookedpath]

His smile softens. For several moments, all is quiet; just the two of them, at perfect ease in each other's company, wanting or needing nothing more.

At least until one of the rats makes a tiny, almost throat-clearing squeak that sounds like a pointed ahem.

"Yes, yes, I know, we have a recipe to write," he says with another laugh. Quickly, he sneaks an arm around his shijie to return the hug, then straightens up. "Let's get to work before it grows too late."