[Her script is neat when she writes back to Mianmian and Lady Luo of what to name their goat. Her official correspondences are in a neat pile. The proposals, however, well...they get an icy glare from Lan Wangji as if she could somehow banish them with a look alone. She finishes her mail and bundles the proposals into a pile to be thrown into the fire later.]

A lantern festival, it seems.

[She sips at the tea he's brought to her, touched at how attentive he is.]