[ if the music bothers childe he doesn't bother bringing it up. but, truth be told, he doesn't mind it. he doubts he'd mind anything because it's been so damn long since he got to hear any at all. he shuts his eyes and enjoys it, his mind painting pictures of whatever zhongli could possibly be getting them both into. ]

What? [ he cracks open an eye. ] ... [ childe sits up more properly and looks at zhongli like he's grown another head. it's weird to be treated like a person instead of an animal. ] I'll eat just about anything. I'm not picky. [ although there are a few things he'd rather not eat. ] What's your favorite food?