[Once he's been revived somewhat by like four glasses of iced tea, Zhongli makes his way over to Vergil's booth and sits on the other side. He doesn't put his feet up, but he is happy simply to see Vergil eating something. It isn't a buffet of homemade Sichuan food but it'll do for now.]

It is terrible. That is why I haven't touched it. I appreciate the tea, however.

[He peers curiously at the sunglasses.]

Do you have a headache of some kind?