The sun was slowly setting, and as winter approached, the villagers respectfully added wood to the fire inside the cabin, asking Laine what he would like to eat for the night. They assured him they would do their best to prepare it for him, but Laine insisted that he had brought his own food and they need not trouble themselves.
Even so, the villagers brought him two fish and a rabbit.
Sitting on the straw and wooden floor by the fireplace, Laine gently embraced Veronica's proud figure, softly speaking, "It's still a few hours until sunset, and vampires usually prefer to come out at around ten or even eleven at night. Before then, we should..."
"Laine! You rascal!" Who would've thought Veronica would interrupt him with a fierce step on his foot, her face flushed: "Have you any idea where we are?! Wait till we're back in your domain and I'll naturally spend more time with you, but not here, it's too dirty, and someone might see us."
