Xichen makes a soft sound when Mingjue moves, although he's slower, taking the offered hand and using it to pull himself up. Not that he needs it, but the contact steadies him, his gaze drifting to the food for a moment. It does smell good and A-Yao does have a point, even if he'd rather still be pinned under Mingjue's warmth.

Still, there's something else to do first, xichen catching the ribbon with his fingers before his gaze settles on Guangyao.

"Will you come here first, please?"