"Right, of course, I'll bring yours too, if I find it," he agrees with a laugh. But it's good to hear Lan Zhan confirm it, that he'd tried one of those strange teas. Now it was more than just a possibly crazed man in the halls he'd run into. He could trust Lan Zhan's experience, much more than some raving demonic fortune teller.

"Oh, you found one? What did it do?"

Cinnamon and spice, well, he supposed that did seem tasty. Maybe it was less how the person literally smelled and more like an impression of them. He hoped his would smell like Emperor's Smile and freshly peeled lotus seeds, if only because he missed the taste of both.