Xichen takes longer to pull himself back to reality, his breathing a little quick as he shifts under Mingjue, taking a moment before he finds his voice, even if he can't look at Guangyao yet, his own fingers still lightly moving over Mingjue's back.

"I'm sure it tastes as good as it smells. A-Yao has always been an excellent cook." Not that he's thinking about food as much as the warm weight on top of him, but acknowledgment is important.