I knew you'd come, Billy. Have a seat. You'll always have a table at good old Nyok's kitchen.
How about some stew? Get me some fish, like good old times? And a slosh of apple cider?
Arf, that fish soup is as terrible as I remember.
"You'd wish it was not so salty!"
"But after two dishes..."
"You'll never again eat the fishes!"
Nyok, I never asked, but why did you never move to the street?
It must be lonely out there.
It can be. But I like the calm, and the forest. And the trees, they are truly magic.
I would miss it in the village.
And I'm not alone, you come here so much and you introduced me to Dahlia. Remember?
I do, Nyok, I do. I just had to ask.