"Next year, yeah." Luka sighs. It was a hopeful, idealistic thought: that this would all roll on into next year as it always had. That Harsen Island would still be here. Luka wished he could be completely confident of that.

"Are you any good at cooking? I wouldn't want to disappoint Ten if it didn't come out perfect." Luka quickly hops back into the topic. "Not that he seems like he has very high standards."