With winter settling in and the cold making it unpleasant to leave the room without relying on the hotel's teas, it's been hard to get much done of late. He has a vague idea of the holiday and that gift-giving is a big part of it, so he'd poured much of his time into making and modifying various spells and even if he couldn't get all of them to work, hand-made gifts.

It's been a welcome distraction from his problems and the general melancholy of their imprisonment. Lan Wangji, of course, had been among them, and the chafe of their struggling friendship. It made his gift especially hard to pin down. Not sure where he stood, he was worried about giving anything too personal, or if he should give anything at all.

He hadn't expected Lan Wangji to be the one to approach him after their last abrupt meeting, so when he not only seeks him out, but hands him a large, heavy gift, he can't help blinking back at him in surprise.

"Oh- you didn't have to," he shakes it lightly, curious. What on earth was it?

With the heavy gift in hand, it's difficult to pull out his own, so he just holds it, looking back at Lan Wangji.

"Should I open it now?"