[Lorenz's cooking anecdotes puts a genuine smile on his face. It's so mundane and domestic but Nie Huaisang loves things like that. Hearing about those little details no oe ever thinks of special or important hold deep meaning for him. The more he knows things like that, the more he feels like he's a part of someone's life. After a decade of only being fake caricature of himself in the lives of those around him, it's, well, nice, to feel included as an actual person instead of just a concept of one.]

I'm glad to hear your efforts are going so well. I can't say that I know a whole lot about cooking myself. I can throw together a stew or roast wild game or fish over a fire but that's about it.

[When he hears the knock, he adds a quick:]

Hold on, I'll get the door for you.

[And a moment later, a tired but already much happier Nie Huaisang appears to open the door. His appearance is much plainer than it usually is, lacking its typical accessories and fancy adornments since he's dressed for casual comfort rather than style tooday in a pair of yoga pants with a light green stripe along each leg and a matching green tank top. His long hair is worn simply loose today.

Definitely a side of Nie Huaisang that very few are ever in position intimate enough to see for themselves.]

Please come in. Are you fine with sitting on the bed? I don't really have anywhere else to sit at the moment, I'm afraid.

[Of all the very nice amenities Nie Huaisag has in his room including a jacuzzi, wide-screen television, minibar, and a bathroom that can only be described as glorious, somehow he was neglected to be given something as basic as a table and chairs. But at least, the bed is big and very comfortable with a large mirror placed curiously on the ceiling directly over it and directly across the room from the television.]