Home you might be, but you did not intend to shirk every duty that you had already left too much of behind. Yena’s hand was taken and she was led on, but not to any restaurant, or music hall, but to the place of the Eastern Revolutionary League’s headquarters. The place had been added on to and built up over time from its rather cramped and thoroughly unromantic origins, but it had kept the lovely view of the sea. It would do for a modest date location, which was more than one could often expect of a compromise like this.

“I’ve work I need to get done, darling,” you told Yena as you took her hand, “But come with me to the League Headquarters, we’ll make something of it.”

Surprisingly, she didn’t seem disappointed. “Is it busy at this time of day?”

“No,” you answered, “It should only be the watchmen there right now.”

“Oh, good.”

“Good?”

Yena smiled at you with a coy sort of high cheeked smugness. “Privacy.”

Though she seemed awfully impatient as you made the walk through several blocks over- you were a very well recognized figure here in Lapizlazulli, and you had to fend Yena’s groping off whenever you sensed a patrol of Revolutionary League about to cross you and give you proud salutes.

“Luigi wants to join them as soon as he can,” Yena told you, distracted from trying to molest you, “I should be happy, but he doesn’t give school the attention he should. He says that it was so easy for Lorenzo, that he shouldn’t try. But…” Yena sighed, “He is…not so quick a study that he has reason to believe that. Not that he is a worse boy for it, he has the fire of his father’s heart where Lorenzo is so shy and withdrawn, but he thinks he needs to be equal in all things, if not better.”

“Let him be young,” you said. “Boys like that learn a different way.” Like beating up their best friends and getting into trouble. “You can tell them fire is hot but they won’t believe it until they touch it.”