[Ever skilled at jumping to conclusions, Wei Wuxian doesn't follow up with any questions to clarify just how intimate A-Yuan's relationship has become. Just because his memories of the boy are just that, a boy, doesn't mean Lan Zhan hasn't raised him into a perfect gentleman and role model for his other sect members, more importantly, he's grown enough to make these sort of decisions, wherever they might lead.

He glances to Lan Zhan, smile grown a bit more wistful and he squeezes his husband's hand once more. They'd struggled so hard to carve out a bit of happiness, deserved or not, that their child could come upon it readily, could experience his own, how could they cause him trouble? Aside from the expected bit of ribbing from time to time, of course.]

Right, then it's decided. Next time we'll get to tease him as well. I hope he's prepared.

[His smile grows once more, eager to put aside the more serious discussion and lighten the mood.]

Questions can wait, why aren't we celebrating? The only question I have is which father A-Yuan takes after when he's had a few drinks, hm?