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The look on the mage face was more than worth it when he revealed the beautiful open air dining hall, decked in beautiful dark woods and tucked in the shady forested hills where he used to play when he was a child.The mage practically bounced in excitement and his blue eyes were glittering with happiness and oh Gods above, Kurogane wouldn’t ever forget the smiles that was brought out of Fai on that day. He was so beautiful, always beautiful everyday but even more so on that day where it looked like Kurogane handed him the world (his world). 

Fai made plans- to turn this into a beautiful farm of his own where they can harvest their own crops for guests, for new recruits, for disciples, for their worlds apart sons and daughters, for everyone really. He would later talk Kurogane ears off everyday before sleep about building a brick ovens where he could bake fresh breads and pastries and their dining halls will be filled with wonderful scents of sweets and the warmth of rising yeasts. And if there are breads and pastries, they would need to have coffees as well! A cold cellar to store all the different liquors they amassed during their travel! And, and storage compartments to store all the cooking utensils they procured from their world hopping days! So many things that Fai needed to work on!

So whenever after Fai’s daily task of studying the magic of Suwa and strengthening the borders and training his little disciples in the art of magic, he would be busy with turning his plans into action. By then, Kurogane had known Fai for a long time but never like this. Never had he been so unbridledly joyful; his entire body bursting with so much positive energy that it threatened to burst at the seams, but instead was poured into continuously working on his ideas. Kurogane has long forgotten how awful feigned smiles and pleasantries looked on his mage and silently grateful that his surprise gift of a modest crude wooden hut had brought so much joy and life to his love.

Sometimes, Kurogane thinks that Fai himself is a force of nature, a magic on his own. It took some time of course as everything is, but everyday Fai seems to be conjuring magic to turn the crude wooden hut into something entirely his.

Half a year later, the crude wooden hut and that piece of land that Kurogane gifted has transformed into a little dining hall as Fai would like to refer it to. There was a wonderful flourishing farm with gardens of colourful flowers surrounding the area. The smell of freshly baked breads and pastries were almost always present. Fai's classes for his young disciples have been moved from their official residence to the dining hall. In the middle of the hall, there was now a long, solid table with fresh flowers as its centrepiece.