Lan Zhan gives a solemn and slow nod, not fully understanding the significance but knowing it is deeply meaningful to Hector.

"Deserved. Proud to have Master in our home," he says, finding himself seized by a strange impulse.

"Perhaps," he starts, dumping the new stalks in the growing pile before he straightens back up. "A dinner. It is a thing people do here upon moving into a new home. Master Hector could attend. Perhaps others."