[ He had arrived at the meeting promptly, sporting several bandages on his face and arms from the fight. Nothing serious, but enough that when he sits down at the end of the table it's quite gingerly. Not wanting to intrude on others and their conversations, he's quiet for a while ... though he does eventually venture a question to the person nearest who doesn't look otherwise occupied. ]

Excuse me. [ he waves in a polite little hello, ] We're going to fight, then? Do you know where one can find a decent blade...?

[ Unfortunately, he still hasn't found his, and the weapons he had to resort to using during the night parade had been... less than ideal. His fingers are still bandaged from the splinters. ]

[ Alternatively, after the meals are served, Chongyun stares down at his plate for quite a while with a vague expression of dismay at the pops of red all over his plate. Normally he's fine with waiting for it to cool ... but this looks spicy. Had the menu said spicy? He didn't think so, but clearly this is ... hot. Just looking at it is making him sweat.

Resigned, he shakes his head despite the way his stomach growls. Turning to someone nearby, he gestures toward his untouched plate. ]

Would you like this?