"You missed all the olive oil," Dimi replies mysteriously, smirking, head bobbing to the side.

He keeps his gaze fixed on her as he scoots a bit closer, eager for contact - for further verification that this is real and they are here. That was a hell of a night, and this morning the whirlwind continues. Thinking about it makes his smile fade.

"After all this," Dimi begins, looking away just long enough to scan the crowds before returning his attention to Sylla. "Still think you'll come back next year?" There's a hint of worry in his voice.