| Life | The Sky at Night | Truth serums, Truth spells, and Truth drugs | Belief | Old Things (Heirlooms, Antiques, Nostalgia) |
| Self-sufficient | Fire and Firelight | Kids / Babies | Deities and Followers | Anticipation |
| Faith, Hope and Charity | Innocence | Wild Card | Smell | Homesickness |
| Formidable | Vulnerability | Sleeplessness / insomnia | Dread | Knitting and Sewing |
| Plants / Trees / Flowers | Be Still My Beating Heart | Enemies | Surprise / Shock | Co-workers |
Uncle sat with perfect composure, but no Lan could have failed to recognize the barely-contained indignation, ready to be unleashed on anyone foolish enough to comment on his freshly-shaven chin.
This was no laughing matter, and so Xichen, of course, did not laugh.
Still—he'd have to see, later, if young master Wei had a mind to hear more stories of his mother. After all, it was his duty as a senior to provide guidance to his juniors, and Xichen just so happened to remember a story about frogs in the dormitories that the young man would find particularly enlightening.
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