Lan Xichen bows in return, matching the depth and length - he has no idea who this is and what may be expected, but the least he can do is match what he's given.

He doesn't recognize the name, either - a distant cousin, perhaps? Another branch? - but that doesn't mean his smile is any less warm when he straightens from the bow.

"Lan Huan, courtesy name Xichen. I'm afraid I must apologize and admit I do not remember having heard your name before."