Japan, Summer of 1929.
Victorique sat on the Kujo family's living room floor. She was engrossed in a book she had brought with her from Sauville.
Kujo was in the other room, speaking Japanese to his family members. Victorique had spent a long time in Japan while she was waiting for Kujo to return from the war, but she didn't know enough Japanese to make much of a conversation. She basically only knew how to call Kujo an idiot and how to ask for sweets. The only person she could talk to on an intelligent level was Kujo, for he could speak French, her native tongue. Because of this, when she and Kujo were visiting his family, she usually just sat down and read, like she always used to in the great library.
"Stupid Kujo," She thought, "Leaving me here to talk to his family when we've just been reunited after so many years. Doesn't he know how isolating it is to only know one person who can speak your native language?"
Although Victorique complained, she was secretly happy with only having Kujo to talk to. She'd never admit it in public, but Kujo was the only person she needed anyway.
Victorique's reading was interrupted when she heard her name being called from the dining room.
"Victorique! Victorique! Dinner's ready! Come and get it!"
Victorique smiled. It was Kujo. Ever since they were reunited, the sound of Kujo's voice always brought a smile to her face, which she quickly tried to contain to maintain her stoic, logical demeanor.
She walked into the dining room and took a seat. Kujo's sister sat next to her as Kujo and the rest of the family set the table.
Kujo's sister had been trying to learn French for Victorique's sake for awhile now, but she wasn't very good. She attempted to talk to Victorique, but it never came out making much sense.
"Victorique, this food I'm you will like! Japanese delicacy is!"
Victorique simply nodded and gave a slight smile, she wasn't sure if this woman would ever learn French.
The Kujo family, which Victorique was now a member of, sat down to eat. They all put their hands together and said, "Itadakimasu!" Which Victorique understood meant something like, "Thanks for the food!"
Japan was much different from Sauville, Victorique didn't much care for the food, as she was used to a European diet, but she ate it anyway, out of respect for Kujo's parents. She would have to get Kujo to get her some sweets or something later.
Dinner was lively as the Kujo family talked about various things. Victorique even joined in, using Kujo as a translator. She was sure that she would someday learn Japanese, she did live in Japan now after all. But until then, Kujo had to be her translator, it was somewhat annoying, but Victorique appreciated Kujo's help with the matter.
Soon, it was late and time for Kujo and Victorique to leave. They waved goodbye, got in their carriage and began the short journey home.