He finds a serving tray and arrays everything neatly: the bowl with the food, a spoon and a pair of chopsticks, a cup and a jar of Emperor's Smile that he retrieves from the liquor cabinet adjacent to the kitchen. It will all be askew shortly, and Wei Ying won't put half as much care into returning everything to its place; he doesn't care. Once everything is arranged, he scoops up Sunny with one arm and balances the food across his free hand.