Some. It's boring.

[He holds his hand out for the basket and makes a 'gimme' gesture. It's large enough that it looks like Mingjue's job to carry it. Even as he does, though, he can't help the surprise on his face or how high his eyebrows have decided to wing upward.]

Give over and pick someplace nice.

[His bemusement deepens a little.]

If we do spar, I won't go easy on you, but I think I need all of your news before we even try. Core?