Nothing particularly exciting is happening here - just a quiet family dinner.
Notice how we’re huddled together at the corner of this long table, right under the cozy Red Corner. Our family isn’t large enough yet to fill the entire table… but together with Marianna, we’ll change that. Until then, this table only comes alive with guests on holidays.
Did you notice we’re eating with our hands? At first it felt a little strange to me, but then I thought, “Hmm… why not? It’s actually kind of fun.” Byzantine forks look far too much like demonic horns, so we politely decline such novelties and continue using knives and spoons. The Middle Ages are adorable that way.
You might ask, "Hey, Pavel, what's the occasion for wine?"

And I'll answer, "No, not for what." So I can sleep better. We Slavs aren't above drinking expensive Byzantine wines at the end of the workday (damn, I wanted some myself while I was writing this) XD
In front of Marianna stands a silver goblet, and she isn’t drinking wine. Attentive readers would have already noticed the date and understood why. My wife sits to the right of her husband - signifying spiritual closeness, not the formal seating of an official supper where the spouse sits opposite.I have many romantic delights planned for us in the future. It’s fascinating - but not today. Today we’re simply having a quiet supper.