As a cute little sheep, Huaisang should be excused from sword practice - that's his opinion, anyway. Sheep don't need swords, something something, shearing? Would Shen Yuan let his imaginary disciple-in-law who is actually a sect leader be sheared, metaphorically speaking?

The interest in his art is a good move, anyway. The pleased look he gives Shen Yuan is genuine in its warmth, even as he reaches over to shift some things around on the tray immediately. Tut tut.

"I hope you like landscapes." And birds. And monochrome. Huaisang knows what he likes, certainly. As for Shen Yuan, being interested in art, making this tea spread... Should he say it? He's going to say it. "Shen-xiong suits er-ge and san-ge. That's good!"

Those two big brothers of his have like one friend each and it's each other, so.