[ Had his friend stubbornly refused to take a bite then Xingqiu would have shown a greater degree of obstinance. There is an objective in mind, he will see it fulfilled. His expression brightens as he watches Chongyun take that first bite, content to watch him enjoy the tart it takes him a moment to note the traces of whipped cream left behind. Unfortunately, Xingqiu is far too practical to pick on the implication (and opportunity) that's arisen.

A napkin would be dabbed across Chongyun's lips wiping his face clean. There, good as new. And for a second time, the tart would be offered to him. ]

To be honest, I didn't expect you would come home with these sweets. I prepared a full meal for you but that can wait now. I am just happy that for once we can celebrate together — it also hasn't stopped feeling strange. Oh. Well. I guess I can tell you or surprise you some more.

[ It takes a bit of maneuvering for him to fish his phone from some obscure pocket in the skirt of the uniform. It takes him a little longer to navigate through it as he insists on Chongyun taking another bite. When he finds what he is looking for his eyes brighten up. A deep breath is taken, before he shuts his eyes, embarrassment is present and he attempts to restrain yet all the same he makes the needed selection. Soon a song plays, instrumentals only, of course. Otherwise, that time used to practice singing would have been for naught. And he will do his best to sing for Chongyun. ]