[ Ming Yi glances up from where he's been separating loquats into halves for eating, slumped into a chair within reach comfortably with his legs straight out, but doesn't seem particularly bothered by Meg's dramatic wallowing. ]

Aren't you basically doing that now? [ He offers her half of a loquat, arm flopped over the side of the chair to reach. ] It's not exactly a conventional indulgence, that's for sure.

[ In deadpan: ] "Seek the root of your despair; its cause, its results, the emotions it sparks within you and the things you are motivated to do as a result."