He smiles, sitting down on a surface nearby, not so concerned if it's a seating surface properly. Kitchens are places he has fond memories of, and this one has seen him (literally) dragged in each early morning when Lan Wangji decides to move him from his front-door spirit repelling campout to the warmth of the hearth. Pending the dog doesn't come bounding in, he's pretty fond of the location.

Shrugging his cloak back, he digs into his robes, pulling out a flask from his chest. Setting it on the table, he says, "A share of this if you like, but more importantly, depending on how you feel about alcohol from our former hostess..."

He trails off, pulling the slip of paper and its scrabbled message before carefully smoothing it against the table, then handing it over.

"What she was so hastily trying to share with me would be something I can imagine we're all interested in, as I doubt it has anything to do with her establishment, ah?"