[ It's laughable how effective the cold treat is, a fact he reflects on absently as the popsicle soothes the heat of his mouth and, by extension, the heat of his body relative to the Liyuen heat. He can only wonder how the other Fatui members are faring; the coats that his agents wear tend to be rather heavy to make up for the unforgiving cold in Snezhnaya. ]

"Weather related acclimations", huh... [ Which was perhaps the most polite way he imagined Zhongli could say it, and that was interesting enough by itself. Despite their earlier talk the man seemed to present himself as a perfect gentleman at all times. His mannerisms and dialect were such that Childe felt like he was conversing with a respected elder rather than a business associate, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued.

Zhongli couldn't have been much older than he was; a few years, give or take, but nothing greater than a decade. Perhaps his way of speaking was just the norm for people in Liyue. ]

Not at all. Though I do appreciate the consideration, but my tastes aren't nearly so varied.

[ That was to say nothing of his own specialty dish; it was probably the most varied he could get. But it's not as if he's the chef in this restaurant, and, quite frankly, the thought of toiling over a hot stove did not sound appealing in the least. ]

You must come here quite a lot if you know everyone here by name. Do they have a chair with your name carved into it, as well?

[ The popsicle is soon reduced to the stick it came on and he looks about for a place to set it. Dropping it on the floor seemed just rude... ]