[Settled beneath a willow tree, Yatora simply wants to eat the food that was prepared quietly. A little peaceful alone time may be nice, to further adjust to this place. Or at least, that's what he'd planned! After having just a few bites of a flowery-decorated cupcake, he feels differently. How was he going to adjust without mingling?

Suddenly, it just seems to make no sense to keep to himself, and Yatora will wave to anyone who walks by, calling out to them:] Hey, if you'd like a place to sit and eat, there's plenty of room here.

Oh!

[Art supplies, that's great! He can get some practice in, even here. Yatora sits down and grabs a sheet of paper and a nice pencil. He's using them to sketch out some of the flowers growing nearby, when a thought occurs to him and he looks up, speaking aloud for anyone around to hear.]

Wait. But the fae said this is just a portion of my soul. I wonder if that means this practice doesn't apply to the rest of me...

Hit me with a different scenario!