It was night, and you and Lumine sat under a giant, old, tree. The thick, green leaves swayed gently as the wind was gentle and cool. The stars shined nicely in the sky. The embers of the fire were like stars dancing around the fire. The smell of warm chicken soup filled the air with the sweet smell of flowers around the field. Paimon was asleep and Lumine and you were awake. You were stirring the soup and adding spices while Lumine was drifting asleep with paimon on her lap.