[His eyes close as she comes in to plant a gentle kiss to his forehead, his smile bright as she pulls away before his attention sweeps downwards to the tea she's placed in front of them. Tartaglia picks it up, sipping it delicately to avoid burning his tongue, savoring it as she continues.

When they go home. The two of them have spoken about this plenty of times before, of what they'll do when they finally return to Teyvat. Shifting in his seat, he looks down at his food for a moment in contemplation- he knows that unless something happens, they wouldn't make up for lost time...because they wouldn't remember that promise to each other.

He tries to keep that sadness off of his expression as best as he can, hoping that she doesn't see it.]

I'll look forward to it.

[After such a wonderful night together, he doesn't want to ruin this moment, picking up his chopsticks to pick up his own tamagoyaki, biting off a piece of it.]

I suppose I shouldn't put it off any longer. I know you have a lot of questions regarding what happened in our dream.