"Oh, thank you for your sympathy, Mrs. Craven." Huaisang adapts immediately, ducking his head sorrowfully at the mention of his missing husband. "It has been so difficult with just my son and myself, but I remain hopeful for my husband's return."

Cheering up at the offered distraction to speak about his painting instead, Huaisang nods. "Watercolors are most like the paints that I'm used to back home. I used to make my own with plants foraged from the nearby forest. I've been trying out some oil paints as well. I'd love to meet more painting friends and perhaps join a group for it!

"But I do have a question, if I may, Mrs. Craven? I just haven't known who to ask. Why do so few people drink liquor in the community? Back home, it is considered a sign of sophistication to share small portions of quality liquor with friends and guests. It seems so strange to me that such a lovely town should not participate in sophisticated manners."