The small study area works for their purposes and she heads in that direction, only to stumble to a halt.

"What?" she asks, surprise coloring her voice, making her louder than usual. She clears her throat, looking at Wei Wuxian, ready to tell him to stop joking, but that smile. "Three times?" How the hell did you get married three times? goes unsaid but it's evident in her voice.

This might need something stronger than oolong, but she'll take what she can get. Wen Qing sets the teapot down, followed by the cups, still watching Wei Wuxian.