He fully expects the little paperman to flutter lifelessly to the dessert trays, but instead he hears Aziraphale's voice echoing in his mind. Wei Wuxian sits up, startled, and scrambles for the paper, intense curiosity winning over any sort of pride at being shown up at his own game.

"Wait, wait, what strokes did you change? How did you-" he starts turning it over in his hands, scanning for the differences himself, and okay, maybe just slightly annoyed he hadn't thought to try that particular array.