[His lips twist wry, and he pops off the cork with a little flair. Verso then works on pouring them both glasses while Aventurine gets everything else spread out — the chefs were kind, indeed.]

My family. I come from a prominent one back in Lumière, and our mansion had large enough grounds to allow for the occasional picnic without having to really leave the house.

[The wine pours, fills the glass with rich color. Talking about his part of his past is easy, because it was all very elysian. The melancholy part comes from everything that came after.]

But even back then, they were rare. Everyone was always so busy.