In truth, he doesn't look at the compartment much. It is Wei Wuxian's mostly since his husband moved in. It seemed only right with the man having to live here in Cloud Recesses that he get some private place to hide all the naughty things he liked to do that didn't follow their rules. You know, when he wasn't just flaunting disobeying following their rules down the street making everyone cringe. He'd been reluctant to let Wuxian get rid of the black bottles though, even when he'd finished drinking their contents so they'd compromised on Wei Ying refilling the bottles already in there or using them for other things. Sometimes Lan Zhan's emotions didn't always make sense, but he was glad he was supported nonetheless.

"There will always be plenty here. Eat however you need. We get more in town every few months." After that, he was quiet while he ate. He was pleased Yuan felt welcome enough to use the peppers but didn't feel he had to go overboard.

When they were finished, he finally spoke again. "Would you care for a walk before bed?" He asks. It was better than sitting around with nervous energy waiting for his husband to arrive. He had an idea of what might make Yuan feel better.