Marco found that he was actually sorry that Julian was leaving. He hadn't expected this from a relative, quiet and insightful, respecting of natural boundaries and with a surprisingly well hidden sense of humour. It was by far the most pleasant experience he'd ever had with an elder Amberite, with either uncle or an aunt.

He came to stand behind Felix, putting a plate on the table that was heaped over with more food. His hand lingering on Felix's other shoulder as he smiled at Julian.

"If you happen to be available tomorrow at dinner time, I wouldn't mind hosting for three instead of just two," he said easily and then added with a smile that curved warmer and genuine than before. "Because it was rather lovely meeting you, uncle."