"No, no, it's fine, perfectly adequate!" he tugs at Lan Wangji's sleeve, trying to lead him back to his seat. The idea of a drunken Lan Wangji trying to cook soup when he couldn't even walk a straight line was pretty amusing, but it was probably best to avoid any heat or sharp objects at the moment.

"I'll eat it right here, okay? Sit, sit. We'll get you some tea and I'll have a drink, how's that?" he tries. As for being prisoners... well, maybe it's better to avoid the heavier topics right now.