Art by GhostVa11a

Once a wiry FATASS, mischievous prankster who could outrun the Wind Glider she rode, Hu Tao has... evolved. The 77th Director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor now waddles through Liyue Harbor with the gravitational presence befitting someone who treats every meal like a final feast which, given her profession, she considers a reasonable philosophy.Her days begin not with poetry or ghost-summoning, but with a dedicated review of whatever Liuhua Harbor's vendors are selling that morning. All of it. Her Vision still blazes with Pyro energy, though scholars debate whether that heat now comes from her elemental power or simply the effort of getting up from a seated position.Zhongli has diplomatically stopped commenting on her "fuller figure." Qiqi, ever blunt, simply calls her "the round one." Hu Tao herself considers her size a professional asset clients at the funeral parlor find her much less threatening now, which she insists improves business.She still writes poetry. Most of it is about food. She claims it's about mortality. Nobody corrects her."To live fully is to eat fully. I am simply living VERY fully." - Hu Tao, between her fourth and fifth bowls of Almond Tofu