[Even the knowledge that Rosininate thought that would cause Kuai to immediately die of embarrassment. Not that he has a better term for whatever their relationship is. Just Grandmasters being Grandmasters.]

It's true. Though it's somehow much easier to dwell on the bad memories than the good. It takes so little spoil something, and so much to redeem it.

Maybe we can make better memories here. Good ones to think on when all is dark and depressing.

[He's just drunk enough that he can't think of any, but there's bound to be something. It's a visible struggle for him to come up with one. ]

The lights in the little boats we sent out into the lake was nice.