[wei wuxian has no idea what pepper spray is.

but technically he probably just invented it. and serves it in a bowl.

at first there's no response, and maybe wei wuxian succumbed to his own creation. but then:]

Bishop?

[his head pops out from the kitchen doorway.]

Come in, come in! I was just getting the rice!

[he grins as he brings a bowl of it to the table. satisfied, he points at the soup.]

You might not know it, but you've been dreaming of a meal like this your whole life.