[Dan Heng has no idea what he's done to Blade by saying that to him. It'll probably happen again.

He makes them both a quick stir-fry with rice. The High Elder moves about with an ease of knowing where Blade keeps everything in his kitchen, and he's quite skilled in tossing the ingredients through the soy sauce and oil. Dan Heng senses his partner's presence, but doesn't let that distract him from plating their food nicely.]

We should possibly sit at the table instead of the couch. Not to put too fine a point on it, but we're less likely to nod off into our plates that way.