She had a half a mind to wrap the shawl around tighter, but she decided to leave it as best. Tighter mean revealing and if she wanted to hide, she should have brought another coat. "Well, I've a year to fill out the red suit but I can't have a beard, it's not going to work." Her cheeks tinged pink for a moment as her hands made themselves busy arranging what was inside the bag. Vesper noticed the atomsphere as well, the rare time that even the fishermen among the Lawu seemed walk in ease. The power of good food and drink was powerful and Vesper couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy for such abilities. "Yeah... a lot of people like to go to drink to numb the pain and I've a theory a lot of the Enks are ... suffering through PTSD or they're not coping with their losses. Or maybe drifters suffering with mental illness now that their medication is cut off or their therapist is dead. If there's a way, I'd suggest there's more variety of good food with the Oma if they seem that way -- or push them to the Cano. We don't say it but we are open on this day, too."
Vesper paused and glanced up, looking at the sky. "Lunch? Oh, we're... I guess it is getting closer to that time. The day flies if you're totally not paying attention. I'm assuming it's going to be a fishery feast?" There is a pause as she considered the offer. "We have ours later in the evening, after night fall." Heart, stop reacting stupidly. Stop pounding. He's being nice. "Though I would think I'd just be one smile in the crowd this evening. One of many, but I don't think it's a terribly bad thing."