"Her pulse is steady, qi feels normal -- what on earth --"

"I poured myself a second glass of wine is all! She took it and I told her two glasses was fine and she drank it!"

She taps her fingers to a different pulse point, putting her other hand beneath Lan Zhan's nose to quickly check her breathing. "Oh -- her eyes are open a crack, look. Lan-guniang, can you hear me?"

"...she... appears drunk. I cannot detect anything else wrong with her. But that shouldn't be possible, it is literally impossible for anyone to respond to alcohol this quickly, I do not understand."

"I don't either! Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan are you okay???"

... one of Lan Zhan's hands bobbles up in the air and pokes Wen Ying's cheek.

She covers her mouth with her hands and giggles wildly. That is so cute. 

giggling. wow.

She slowly lets out a breath. "Okay. That is not how alcohol is supposed to function, but - aside from the speed, this matches. I think we're okay."

Wen Ying pats Lan Zhan's cheek. "Sorry. If I'd known you'd get this drunk this fast on one cup, I wouldn't have encouraged you. On the other hand, this is medically implausible. Jiejie is the best doctor and she says so." 

cheekpats.................. wow

".......Wen Ying," she mumbles.

"That's me!" 

Wow.

"I'm going to tease you about this tomorrow," she giggles. "I was going to have two cups of wine, which I could absolutely handle, and you told me no and proceeded to get drunk." 

Pout. Lan Zhan doesn't want to be teased, Wen Ying is too cute and effective at teasing.

She pats Lan Zhan's cheek and puts the wine away in her sleeve. 

"No more alcohol tonight, though, if something else does manage to go horribly wrong it's the most likely and if I do manage to get drunk jiejie will be disappointed with me." She attempts to tug Lan Zhan back up into a sitting position. "Maybe I won't tease you, it's not like you could anticipate this either. Probably. I will have some questions for Zewu-jun later." 

Lan Zhan sways in her upright sitting position for a few seconds before toppling forward against Wen Ying's shoulder. Her face lands in Wen Ying's soft, fluffy hair. Lan Zhan finds this quite acceptable.

Must not snuggle must not snuggle MUST NOT SNUGGLE--

Qing-jie will probably not let her live it down any time soon if she gives into her snuggle-related impulses. 

She caaaarefully takes Lan Zhan by the shoulders and tries to push her upright again. 

...

...okay she'll try flopping into Wen Ying's lap instead this time.

Good enough. She pets Lan Zhan's hair because she is only human. 

Contented humming.

The obnoxious bird passes overhead. Wen Ying pauses in her petting to make a Face at it. 

She hisses through her teeth, narrowing her eyes at it.