[ Wei Wuxian will shift in his lap to lean more sideways against Sylvain's chest, his glass in his hand as he takes another sip of the apple wine and considers his question. ]

It is... a lot! Like, the technology is crazy. So much more advanced than what I'm used to! We still have... paper and ink jars, let alone anything like these watches. It's so so so surreal. But combine that with all the risque everything else, it's kind of strange?

Though I'll admit, I've gone from being stuck in the, er, garage, I think it's called? To now stuck at this party! It's getting a little stale.