[ The bread and condiments definitely seem more suspicious. The hot dogs themselves already have Lan Xichen concerned, but this is what the man definitely wanted, right? Well, or the flat meat, but those apparently did not pass the test. Now that he's kneeling politely in front of Gojo and really looking at the plate, Xichen is second-guessing his choices. They look... well. The strange earthy pink of the sausages seem somewhat familiar, but the smell doesn't. When Gojo picks one up, Xichen watches him with intent concern. Are they going to be poisoned? ]

I... have not. We don't eat much meat in my sect, and none of it has looked like this.

[ Why is he so cheerful about it? Xichen hesitates, unsure how he's supposed to eat anything without utensils. ]

Ah, Gojo-gongzi, you- you're not worried about being harmed?