(Not best drawing for chapter but I wanted to draw this anyway. Also still relevant)

Cutlass: Parents
Boluomeng hops out in front of us. “Hey Cutlass!” He looks happy, and it looks like he was crying recently. “Medrash gave me a lens that lets me craft universes again! I’m so happy I could hug you! May I?” I nod, also noticing Lysander looking a little confused. As Boluomeng gives me a big, tight hug, I sign to them that my dad is here and he’s really happy because he got to do something he loves after so long.
“I’m really happy for you,” I reply.
“By the way, who’s that over there?” He motions toward Lysander.
“That is my new friend I made!” I sign this as I say it, which ends up being a little more difficult than I expected. “This is Lysander! They are also an elementalist, and we’re travelling together for now! They are deaf, so they need sign language to understand.”
Boluomeng extends a claw toward the moose. “How do you do? I’m Boluomeng!” I translate for Lysander. The two shake hands and smile.
“Oh, we have the food, by the way!” Boluomeng uses his monocle to look into the universe bead I was holding onto to fetch a steel steamer. He sets it on the ground. “We wanted to try this recipe out, so I hope you like them!” He pulls the lid off to reveal some steamed buns. “We used different filling for some of them. The ones on this side are pork, and the ones on that side are vegetable and mushroom. Careful, though, they’re still very hot!” He sets tongs to the side.
I stick my snout above the tray. They smell so amazing that I have to make a conscious effort not to drool onto them. “Thanks a million, dad!”
“We all made them together!” Boluomeng picks up the orb. “I have to go back for the evening, though. Have fun, and don’t be afraid to ask about anything! You, too, Lysander! A friend of Cutlass’s is a friend of ours!” He leaves through the orb.
I finish summarizing what Boluomeng said to Lysander, and they smile at the part about how Boluomeng considers them a friend, too. It sounds like we’re going to enjoy our time travelling together!
As we bite into our delicious buns, I look over to Lysander to see if they enjoy the food. Judging by their expression, they love the buns. We each split up buns between us so that we could each get to try enough of whichever type we wanted.
“I’m not vegetarian,” Lysander signs, “But the vegetable kind are really good. I still want my fill of pork buns, though.”
“That’s fine,” I sign, “I like having an equal amount of both, too! I want to try making some, too!”
We continue to eat as the moon rises. In the moonlight, I catch three wolves walking in the distance. One of them notices us and looks in our direction.