[A man wearing an airy white shirt - wearing it unbuttoned as a compromise with the life guards - and swim shorts pauses, hearing the voice close to him. Not wearing his usual blindfold, a pair of pitch-black sunglasses turns to the source of the words. Xiao Xingchen carries a basket half full of produce in the crook of his arm. He had walking through the marketplace somewhat aimlessly until he ended up here.

It takes a moment for him to understand what the person might be getting at, before he lets out a light laugh.]

I understand your concern, but I don't believe you need to worry about that. If there's one thing to be said about this place, they certainly spare no expense in regards to the food.

[It's all too good. Perhaps the vegetables are a way to make up for the way he eats when he starts to feel different. Though now that he lingers here, the scent begins to make his mouth water and he swallows more audibly than he expected, expression as easy to read as a dog in front of something that's caught his interest.

Perhaps his making-up for recent choices can wait until later...]