There is silence in the cafe after closing hours, curtains closed and lights on as the five of them stare at the table, moving slowly, tracing fingers over the surface of the table, brows furrowed as they peer at it intently and then shake their heads, puzzled.
Only eight hours ago Fai had brought a battered box home from his post-lunch-rush walk, declared that it was family game night when they closed, persuaded Kurogane to join in by bribing him with a bottle of wine he'd coincidentally also picked up while he was out, some of which is offered to Mokona, of course, and watered down for Sakura and Syaoran, Kurogane insistent on this after the last experience he had of everyone around him being, or acting as he is certain was the wizard's case, drunk, and started preparing something which could cook for at least three hours while also prepping the dinner-rush for the cafe.
After all. It couldn't take that long.
They had mostly sorted the border by now, Syaoran pointing out that it was the wisest thing to do first, and were now stuck with trying to discern what seems to be one billion different shades of blue and white from each other.
It had went quickly at first, pieces being filtered out and picked through until they had most of a rectangle, Kurogane taking the darkest pieces, Sakura the mid-blues, Syaoran the near-whites, Mokona the almost greys and Fai the other mid-blues.
And then they had hit a roadblock.
Five hundred pieces shouldn't take so long but somehow it had.
They'd taken a break about an hour ago, eaten the dinner which Fai had prepared, held a referendum on going to bed and all passed it off, even Kurogane (who is enjoying himself quite a lot though he'd never say it).
Fai had been most against it, suggested that they carefully pack it away and move it and then continue another night.
Mokona had claimed that they'd almost finished and Sakura and Syaoran had been quick to nod along with it, to agree that they couldn't stop now when the end was in sight.
It was ten o'clock now, would be turning eleven soon.
The energy is electric still when Kurogane scratches his head, connects three pieces together and manages to fit them into one of the holes in the picture of the ocean. Mokona cheers and Sakura claps excitedly, laughing as Syaoran starts searching through his pieces with a new enthusiasm. The bottle of wine is long finished.