Later that night, as the whole village gathers around long tables set up under strings of hanging lanterns to eat and properly celebrate Kamiko's visit, the whole square filled with the smell of roasting root vegetables and something sweet baking somewhere behind the kitchens.
Lucien finds himself seated near the head of the table, sandwiched between the village chieftess and Brina, plates of roasted vegetables and something rich and stewed passing hand to hand down the length of the table amid a steady, cheerful roar of overlapping conversation.
