Chatter chatter chatter about magic until Nie Huaisang comes over!

"I heard there was a fashion emergency!"

"...I'm not sure it's an emergency, but I do need help?"

They look Wen Ning up and down. "...It's an emergency."

"They're just slept in. I do have... other clothes..."

"Ones that involve colors?"

"...Not really..."

"Right. It's an emergency. What kind of budget are we looking at? Please tell me you have programmer money."

"If he doesn't, I do."

"Excellent. Nothing I love more than programmer money. --Buy me dinner. It's my consulting fee."

"All right."

"At a nice place. No being cheap. And spice calibrated for normal human beings, a-Xian, I mean it."

Them being friends makes perfect sense. They're made for each other. ...except for spice tolerances, he guesses.

"Do you have a plan for, uh, resolving this emergency?"

"Shopping!!! --Please tell me you're willing to wear makeup. I am in despair about how many straight men won't wear makeup."

"Ace, actually."

"Well, I don't think that would help on the makeup front."

He should have never said anything about couch cushions. "I'm willing to try it?"

"Lovely, you'll look fabulous, you have those amazing cheekbones and this gorgeous TikTok femboy thing going on. I'm thinking florals?"

"--Tick-tock?"

"Tiktok? The video app with the dancing teenagers? --What rock did you find this boy under."

"I don't get out that much. Uh, even on the internet."

"He doesn't look at porn."

"I feel like that's expected if he's ace."

"Asexuals can look at porn!"

"Well, base rates--"