Lan Wangji, who knows exactly what day it is, but who has already once again given Magnus and Galahad the traditional gift of longevity noodles, hesitates barely at all before he drops into a cross-legged seat across from Magnus, mirroring him. He remains silent as he eyes Magnus' pile of what would appear to be miscellaneous refuse. Miscellaneous refuse that, apparently, makes an unconscionably unpleasant sound. His expression is not one of enjoyment.