[ beside him, hua cheng is writing something on a thin slip of paper. his handwriting is absolutely atrocious, regardless of the autotranslate, and practically illegible to anyone who isn't him. he looks up at the question, then smiles, his eyes curving into crescents.

he's not really happy about any of this, but this is the least terrible of the options presented to him so far, so while hua cheng has no plans to actually give his wishes up to the powers that be, he's happy to linger around the table and pretend. ]

I'm not sure yet. I might just make my own. [ holding his wish paper between two fingers, he wiggles it in front of his face, then asks, ] Do you want to see a magic trick?

[ poof. with a little noise not unlike a puff of air, the paper between hua cheng's fingers goes up in flame, then burns out into a flutter of ash that he sweeps out of the air with a careless gesture. ]

I don't think I want this place to have my secrets just yet.