"I did." Shen Yuan punches in his own order, a dish light in meat out of respect for Lan Xichen's dietary restrictions, and then shows the other cultivator the field for inputting Jin Guangyao's address. "In my homeworld, we could even use the information network to transfer funds, and pay for our order without anyone actually touching hard currency. But here we'll have to pay the delivery person when they show up." And hope they don't just decide to pocket the whole thing, though Shen Yuan would have to admit that Trench seems surprisingly free in petty crime for a city its size.

"I'll cover the cost," he volunteers easily, finaling their order and giving Lan Xichen back his omni. "I've been blessed with a steady job and a free living situation, so it won't pose any difficulty for me. Lan-gongzi already has enough on his mind without considering such things just yet."