[Ah, she catches on fast. There are many reasons Yi Sang has shuffled around as much as he has. Were he asked, it would've been a struggle to summarize them, yet Yingying has done it with far more grace and efficiency.
He cranes his neck to eye the packet, which seems from the look and smell alone like something that might have been bestowed with good intentions at a celebration around the wisteria. He doesn't have long to look, though, and they're very soon waiting for their drinks to be made when Yi Sang turns to Yingying.]
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He cranes his neck to eye the packet, which seems from the look and smell alone like something that might have been bestowed with good intentions at a celebration around the wisteria. He doesn't have long to look, though, and they're very soon waiting for their drinks to be made when Yi Sang turns to Yingying.]
Miss Yingying, that sachet . . .