Trace rose from the chair, pushing it back in the corner, "We do a lot around here. There's an entire section of our land that's exclusively for growing food; part of our day we spend gardening. Others hunt for meat or spend their time keeping our village clean and safe." He beamed, "In the evening we celebrate life, like tonight we celebrate you."
Akita bit her lower lip, "You mean us, right?"
Trace shrugged, "Yeah, okay, but I'll still celebrate you."
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