Huaisang catches his lover's hand in his own and brushes a kiss across the knuckles.

"If you want to, love. I'll see to it that we're well-stocked with Yunmeng spices upon our return. The cabin has enough food to last us for a time but I fear that nothing there is suitable for a wedding feast."

He tries to remember when he'd last thought to stock the place. It was so long ago, even before he'd been whisked away to the island.

"Perhaps we should stop by the market along the way and pick up some things before we go."

Another soft kiss to the back of his hand.

"There are blankets and cloth and paints, however. Supplies for capturing wild birds, at least."