Just having the scent of Shijie's soup on the air as he works is enough to settle him, to make passing the time with simple work like this pleasant. He looks up as Lan Zhan approaches, and the timid wave he offers the little paperman is nothing short of endearing.

"Is it... oh- well, it has a bit of my spiritual energy in it, I suppose," he smiles.

"They're like the ones I used to send over to Lan Zhan's desk while he tried to work," he adds, just in case this Lan Zhan's experience isn't entirely the same. With a flick of his finger, the paperman in his lap takes a running jump toward Lan Zhan, floating toward the hem of his robe before trying to climb his way up to say hello.

"If I can still manage to do this when we go back to the hotel, I might be able to try that way though. I bet I could slip into some new places, hm?"