Eyes studying this blissfully sunny sky, he makes a humming sound as he considers his answer.

"They have moving paintings, called films. Movies? There's different words people use, but it's a story told on a screen, that can be entertaining. Then there's the garden, one of the plants there bites and there are some potatoes growing there, along with other things. Chores... writing talismans... using the bathing springs... they have an area for exercise, called a Gym? Been there a few times."

Once to spar with a younger Xichen, who had no knowledge of why Wei Wuxian would usually be recalcitrant to do such a thing.

"There's a disappointing library, a quiet car that's great for naps—ah, meditation?" He has so far successfully used it to attempt meditation, then nodded off, every time. "Meditation, brushing my hair, pacing the entire length of the train, being chased out of the kitchen by anyone who does not enjoy spice, did you know there are machines for laundry here? It's fascinating!"

Long and short, he's been going stir crazy and inventing ways to stay occupied.