The night is calm, a welcome change after the frenzy of the mission you just wrapped up with Pei. As you both step out into the lantern-lit streets of Chang'an, Pei stretches his arms, cracking his knuckles with a satisfied grin. He glances over at you with a look that’s both amused and mischievous.

"Hey," he says, nudging you with his elbow, "since we made it out in one piece tonight—and I’d say we earned it—how about some food? I know a spot that’s not far. They’ve got these buns that are steamed to perfection." He lets out a rare laugh, then raises a finger. "And don’t worry, they’re not half-burnt like last time. This place actually knows what they’re doing."

He leads the way through the narrow streets, his step lighter. There's something almost relaxed about him tonight. When you arrive at a small, tucked-away stall, the steam and scent of freshly made buns fill the air. Pei gestures to a table in the corner, where you both take a seat as he waves down the vendor.

"Two orders," he calls out, then glances back at you with a smirk. "Better make it three. You can handle it, right?" He’s teasing, but it’s a familiar tone.

As the food arrives, Pei dives in, taking a huge bite before he even says anything. Finally, he pauses, looking up with a thoughtful expression. "You know," he starts, "it’s been a long time since I shared a meal with someone I actually trust." He shrugs, trying to brush off the sentiment. "Anyway, here’s to surviving another day—and finding trouble tomorrow."

He holds up his bun as if it’s a toast, waiting for you to raise yours in response.