Huaisang's lips quirk, utterly impish, at her question about a flask. "Not tonight. Too much of a risk. You know what they do if they catch you being too... rebellious?"

Lighting up brilliantly when she names a food he recognizes, Huaisang practically bounces with grateful excitement. He's glad to have one of his friends from home here as of this week, but he's been longing for people who actually speak his language--or at least enough to know the names of some food. "Wo ai shui jaio!"

His enthusiasm is only slightly dampened by one thing, and his brow furrows in confusion. "What is tomato?"