[odd as it is, little a-yuan grows accustomed to the change eventually, then even uses it with familial fondness at some point and never looked back from there. it's why he can call lan xichen it with such familiarity now; he's grown so used to saying it, he hardly thinks about how weird it'd sound in contrast for zewu-jun.

nobody's perfect at anything their first time, let's be fair. both jades fumbled and struggled, but still raised lan sizhui into an extraordinary boy nevertheless.

...it's just in this case, sizhui's technically already grown up; a teenager that can handle himself instead of a small child that's yet to face so many world-weary hardships. (some that he'll probably face twice since, thanks to the unfortunate fever, he'd forgotten things here and there.)]

Zewu-jun, please, [he huffs, thoroughly flustered by the compliment though less no less appreciative when he murmurs,] but thank you. [his hand turns, tilting the pencil slightly sideways, using it at an angle to add a bit of shading on one rabbit's ear. after perking toward the mention of jingyi,] No harm in asking him, at least? And yes, that is correct, as I spent quite a lot of time drawing the ones back home.