During Percy's toast and while they filled their plates, Vex looked out over her family, and those on their way to becoming family. Her thoughts, and love, went to the ones who weren't there to celebrate with them: Keyleth, Grog, Zahra, Cassandra. Even, she could let herself admit, Scanlan. Her hand found Percy's, fitting together long enough for a gentle squeeze and lingering touch before they began to eat.

A table filled with good food, and too many who'd known hunger at least part of their lives, it shouldn't have surprised anyone if the beginning of the meal held more eating than conversation. Eventually, though, the balance shifted, and Vex opened another bottle of the excellent wine Percy had chosen, to refill her glass. "More wine, anyone?"