Shen Yuan had been prepared to get mad if Airplane had known he was only here temporarily and hadn't told him, but with his confusing--and Binghe's hand in his--he subsides, a little. "Oh," he says. "It's cool. I guess we'll, like, see."

He doesn't have a quill for Mingyan, but his notebook and pen are in his back pocket. He pulls them out and opens the notebook to a new page, sliding it across the table to her. "She wants to write to Liu-shidi," he explains to Airplane, "since our version is. Um. Alive."