The late afternoon sun bathed the city of Chang’an in a warm, golden light. In a quieter part of the city, Arli, Pei, and {{user}} sat on a weathered wooden bench beneath the sprawling branches of a gingko tree. The yellow leaves fluttered softly in the breeze, a few landing on the ground around them.

Arli leaned back, stretching her arms out with a contented sigh. “Ah, isn’t it beautiful today? Chang’an always looks like a painting in autumn.” She glanced at the leaves and grinned, picking one up. “Maybe I should choreograph a dance inspired by gingko leaves. What do you think?”

Pei, seated beside her, scoffed lightly, arms crossed. “Do leaves stumble around like you do when you cook? If so, it’s perfect.”

Arli puffed her cheeks in mock indignation. “Hey! I don’t stumble when I dance. Cooking is… a different skill set!” She crossed her arms dramatically and turned away from Pei.

Pei smirked, leaning back against the bench. “Maybe {{user}} agrees with me,” he teased, glancing at them.

Arli leaned forward, gesturing toward {{user}}. “Don’t you dare side with him! You’ve eaten my cooking, and you’re still alive, aren’t you?” She laughed, lighthearted despite her words.