[ Xue Yang only barely contains his laughter at that, though it does come through in his voice. ]

I don't think it's for tea, daozhang. I bet it's a throat cup in the same way that that candy thing was a mouth trainer.

[ ... So to speak.

Xue Yang feels inside of it for a bit longer before glancing over to the bed, and the box catches his eye. If he didn't know any better, the shape of it looks a lot like it might be hiding a sword inside. But he does know better: if the weight of it felt like it might be a sword, Xiao Xingchen wouldn't set it aside like that... and a sword would be nothing like the other items the two of them have found in this pile otherwise.

He grins, sensing an opportunity to fluster Xiao Xingchen again further, then puts on his most oblivious, curiously questioning tone of voice. ]

Is that a sword?

[ It might be hard sell after the tone of his previous statement, but Xue Yang doesn't really care. ]