[a mild huff of laughter while he keeps sorting the remaining materials, though he does look up from his task long enough to spot that grin and offer a closed-mouth little smile in response.]

Not today, thankfully. Most households I visited were only too pleased to quickly take their parcels and then retreat back indoors.

[setting the last of the remaining supplies back inside a cabinet, Jin Guangyao folds his hands neatly in front of himself and crosses over to Quentin--though his nose does wrinkle discreetly at the strong lavender aroma. he doesn't remark upon it, instead offering,] May I assist with anything else? [in a tone of voice that would be the very image of courteous solicitude, if it weren't for his restrained, but nevertheless coy, little smirk. beneath that, though, there's a touch of concern in his eyes; he's got something else on his mind, and is waiting for the right moment to broach the subject.]