Wukong waits in the park for Seiryuu, distantly and dimly aware of a sense of annoyance at the forced placidness of the traditional meeting spot...as always.  The<em>feng shui</em>here is perfect, tranquil, and suppresses that very energetic unpredictability that is the very Essence of Monkeydom.  Once upon a time, he might have objected and done as his literary reflection did: kicking over a table and departing in a huff.  Yet this is a compromise that he must make, and so he does.  Seiryuu knows his own Children, after all.