The fire reaches for the air, managing to send a few dancing embers toward the night sky but the flames themselves remain close to the ground. Their heat slowly scorches the fish, cooking it to perfection on the inside while browning it on the out.

"Why are you making it an official invitation? I've visited."

He's stopped by, but he doesn't stay for dinner. He doesn't stay for long. Nezumi isn't used to just...visiting people without a purpose. He tried to make them up at first, but eventually, he just shrugged it off.

Shion's trying to slowly get him into life here. All the years before don't just disappear, and Nezumi doesn't want them to. They've made him strong, they've made him into a survivor.

He leans back.

"What time's dinner?"