"Ooh, we can have a tiny potluck! Come in!"

San Niang inclines her head just barely enough to not be rude and goes back to eating an extremely colorful vegetable stirfry.

Lan Zhan nods in return, setting down her container of eggs. Not talking is fine with her! 

She serves herself and puts tea egg on both of the others' plates. 

Nom tea egg. "Oh this is really good! Here -" She peels a paper plate from a stack of them and puts some vegetables on it for Lan Zhan. They're very colorful, purple and green and red and yellow and orange and pink. The orange component is recognizable as carrots but the rest of it is kind of hard to tell.

"Thank you. What are these?" Nom.

It's frankly disgusting. There's way way way too much salt, and even more too much grease, and the carrots are undercooked and the - peppers? come with seeds and the ?eggplant? is disintegrating into oily mush while the ??pink tofu?? has managed to burn on one side of each ragged-faced piece while raw on the other sides. The greens are basically raw in the stems and charred on the leafy edges. There are the stems of some kind of mushroom that resist teeth, probably because you aren't supposed to eat the stems on that species, and the caps are rubbery.

"I call it 'Fried Riot of Colors'! I dyed the tofu to make it more rainbowy."

San Niang looks Lan Zhan right in the eye and takes another big bite of hers.

Lan Zhan chews slowly. This is definitely worse than Wei Ying's cooking was before she realized Lan Zhan doesn't like spicy. 

She is a guest. It would be extremely rude to complain. 

"It succeeds at being rainbowy." 

She takes another bite. Not cleaning her plate would also be extremely rude. And wasting food is bad. 

She assumes that San Niang isn't saying anything for the same reason she didn't say anything about Wei Ying's spices before Brother realized what was going on and talked to Wei Ying behind her back, based on what Wei Ying has told her about San Niang. Also because she would one hundred percent have given that look to someone Wei Ying had served something much too spicy to. 

"My camp stove broke a year ago but San Niang had one she wasn't using and brought it here! I'm not as good as the cooks in the langar - do you know what a langar is -"

"I do not." She eats some more fried riot of colors. The faster she eats it the sooner she will be done eating it. 

"The Sikhs do a thing where they give out free food. I volunteered in the kitchen for a while but they told me I was the best volunteer they had at mopping so I mostly did that. Ate a lot of their food."

"That makes sense." She isn't going to touch the mopping thing. 

Xie Lian and San Niang eat their vegetables and their eggs and then San Niang pushes Xie Lian back down onto the bench when she tries to start cleaning up and does it herself. There is some telekinesis involved since it's a pretty cramped space for three people.

Lan Zhan offers to help with the cleaning up. 

San Niang hands her a frying pan she was halfway through cleaning of oil and char with magic.

Lan Zhan scrubs at it diligently, partly with her hands and partly with magic. 

There is no actual sink in the camper. San Niang tidies away the rest of the lunch things and then sits back down beside Xie Lian.

Lan Zhan sits down, summons her blade, and lays it across her lap. 

"Yeah! Do you want to practice in the park?" Xie Lian asks, grabbing her sword from under the passenger seat of the camper.

Nod. "That sounds excellent." 

Xie Lian leads the way to a nice flat lawn section of park without too many picnickers in it. "All right, pretend I'm a familiar, let's see how you do this. Rar."

Lan Zhan has studied sword forms, and has killed a great many familiars with her mentor. 

She is still very young and unpracticed, her forms stiff and not backed up by as much muscle memory as would be ideal. 

Xie Lian observes her, retreating rather than striking back for the first few minutes to see how she does it, and then calls a halt and goes over to her to correct her with little pokes to her back and shoulders and fingers, and then shows her tiny exercises that don't seem like they should do anything that will strengthen the tiny muscles she needs to support her form.

Lan Zhan nods seriously. She understands all about little things that support greater structures; many of her family's rules follow similar principles. She observes the exercises carefully and makes sure that she can replicate them to Xie Lian's satisfaction. 

Once she has them down and will be able to do them as homework they can spar! Xie Lian will imitate the habits of various familiars she's seen for her, for variety, and then critique her interpretive speed and tactical response.