Danding, who cares very little about the romantic story on offer as long as Wei Wuxian continues whittling toys for him and Xiaoxue in his spare time, accepts the arugula eagerly. Lan Wangji nudges Xiaoxue off his knee in case he is also interested in approaching Sagramore for food. "I sang it for him, once. He was feverish. When he played it, I knew it was him. No one else had ever heard it."