I tell Hugo as soon as he gets back home. He is also profoundly happy, which makes me even happier.
This means we will need to find a new home, as there is nowhere near enough space here for a child, but we are beyond excited. This step into the unknown? We’re taking it together.
Then I tell Pari, who’s happy for us. Jokingly, she asks if I’ll want a tattoo of his or her name. I’m just excited at the idea of choosing a name for a tiny little human.
Yep, we’re happy.
Pari’s mind seems to be elsewhere, though.
And as we are asleep upstairs, she has an odd meeting in the Spice Market.
The Spice Festival is in town again. Mom, Grandma, Charlotte, and Pari have tagged along this time. Charlotte and Pari interacting is a thing of beauty — it’s pretty clear they are both VERY aware of how VERY different they are. And neither one of them can understand how I am friends with the other.
Charlotte is done with Pari’s cynism and leaves first. IT leaves Hugo and Pari to discuss the food… and dare each other to try the Curry Challenge.
Are you sure you wanna do that, Pari?
Instant regret.
Also instant regret.
Peasants. I ate the whole plate, and earned myself a dope Spice Festival T-shirt.
Pari’s out in the city when she sees a familiar face.
Her name is Aurélie, and apparently, they’re old friends, though they haven’t seen each other in years.
Aurélie gives Pari a key, promising her she’ll always be welcome at her flat. Pari asks her if she wants to come and see the people she lives with — us.
So Aurélie comes, with the gang of friends Pari used to be a part of. Aurélie, Alexandra, Maxime, and Arthur. They look pretty nice to us. Hugo gets along perfectly with Alexandra.
It’s nice to see Pari socialize with someone else. Up until then, it felt like she had no roots or past. I’m glad she has people she cares about.
But as we hear them speak to each other…
… it becomes clear that this group of friends is not the best place for her either.
With this, we pretty much break all contact with Romain or Marie. We hear from Charlotte and Shanna that their wedding was postponed, but it’s pretty clear that we were un-invited anyways.
We don’t let that get to us, even though for Hugo it does mean he’s lost his best and oldest friend. He tries to convince me that I am his best friend, but we both know he’s trying to make me feel better.
Anyway, we keep on going. Thankfully, Pari is there to bring some joie de vivre. And most importantly she knows nothing about our old group of friends and this distance is just what we need at the moment.
She’s also pretty great at helping with house chores.
Hugo comes home as Romain is eating the plate Pari gave him. As the old bros they are, they immediately start chatting, and Pari and I leave them alone for a minute.
Nothing had prepared me for hearing sudden yells from the dinner table.
Hugo and Romain are shouting at each other, a drink gets thrown at somebody’s face, and for the first time since we were kids, they have a fight. A full-blown fight. Pari and I can only watch in confusion — until I finally understand what the problem is.
I’ve never seen Hugo more hungry — including that one time by the swimming pool when we were teens.
Alerted by the noises of a fight that’s beginning, Pari and I go to check out what’s happening.
I’m not getting involved in their fight. I’m just getting ready to tell them whatever they’re fighting about, it was pretty stupid.
And then I hear it. As he’s holding the nose that Hugo probably just broke, Romain shouts ‘You had no right to take her from me!’
So that is when I intervene. And I tell Romain to get out before I make his nose worse.
We’ve been living here for a while now, but never actually tried socializing with our neighbors for some reason.
When she learns that, Pari takes it upon herself to organize a quick dinner with one of them, a young woman named Eden that she met at the mailbox.
I know Eden. Her full name is Eden Stewarts, and her mother and mine are cousins. Her mom is called Nomi, or Kimmy, I don’t remember, it was a family of triplets and I can never tell which cousin had which name. I do remember the name Nomi was intended as a contraction of Naomi, a tribute to Grandma for basically raising Nomi’s mom.
Nomi’s mom, who is Eden’s grandma. And my grandma’s sister.
Still following? Told you my family was old and complicated.
Anyway, Pari does the shopping, and the cooking, and thanks to her I get to catch up with and make a friend out of a cousin I never met.
Pari is amazed at our local fruit and vegetable stalls down in the Spice Market, and the quality of their produce. She’s amazing at haggling, too.
Amazing, I tell you.
inviting Eden to join us.
And then cooking for us with the fresh product she just bought.
And it’s really, really good, too. Pari is Wonderwoman.
She serves her own plate last, so when the doorbell rings, she goes to answer.
It’s Romain. He wasn’t invited, he came alone, and we don’t know why he’s here, but I tell Pari to let him in. Why wouldn’t he be welcome?
I wake up one day feeling absolutely awful. I don’t really know why, but my skin feels odd, I am nauseated, and everything is itchy.
Upon telling Pari that, I see her disappear into the kitchen, where she stays behind the stove for a full hour, dropping a myriad of plants and herbs she seems to be producing out of thin air into the pan.
When she’s done she pours the mixture into a glass and hands it to me with a smile. Her only explanation is “drink this, you’ll get better. Bottoms up.”
I trust her and drink it. It tastes a little like mud, a little like lavender, and I kid you not, I feel better the very second I down the last drop.
That night, when we head back home, we are not alone.
Pari, who lived in the basement of her tattoo parlor, has no place to stay, or at least, none where she would be safe. So we find a sleeping bag on the way, and we install it in a nice spot of our living room, hoping it will be comfortable enough. This is the first time we’ve ever wished for a pull-out couch.
Pari’s a great guest, and we do our best to take her mind off whatever disaster happened at her shop the best way we know how: by breaking out Mariokart.
We don’t have many things in common, but our conversations are fascinating.
She can defend herself at Mariokart. We’re still too competitive to let her win, but she scores a very honorable third place.
It’s been a year since our wedding, and while we could absolutely have gone for dinner at a fancy restaurant, Hugo and I want to go for a more… lasting experience.
So we do our research, and head to the best tattoo parlor in Oasis Springs. I’m going to get a sun, to symbolize brightness, and light, and maybe a certain beach. Hugo is going to get a stylized constellation. To be precise, the Leo — I was born in early August, see.
The parlor is mostly empty. The tattooist laughs and says she can tell we’re not from around here: there’s a party happening in the backyard of the building tonight, so everybody’s getting ready, apparently.
We tell her we can come back later, but she insists she wouldn’t have accepted the appointment if she wasn’t willing to go through with it.
Her name is Pari, Pari Ramesh, and I just love her aesthetic.
I feel like we’re going to be fast friends.
Hugo is not afraid if needles, but apparently he can’t bear seeing me go under it.
Checking myself out in the mirrors while Pari exposes the plan to Hugo.
Your turn, babe.
Suddenly, as I’m snacking in the backyard, something weird happens. People in unusual outfits raid the barely started party.
They seep into the backroom.
They are many.
It’s clear that Pari has a history with this gang of bears. They are up to no good. A fight is on the verge of breaking out.
One of them sees Pari slap a bear, and he apparently goes to call for reinforcements.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 