Cerulean Cape if we shouldn't eat at night, why is there a light in the fridge?

Astaroth's support was appreciated. She leaned into his touch and whined, extending her own snout to communicate her gratefulness. 抽烟 — smoke — will be your name. 

Ying thought about his response and frowned, feeling somewhat guilty for her perceived selfishness. Astaroth was always so willing to abide by her plans, but had she ever asked to hear of his own?

She asked, What you want to do, in this life? They'd had conversations like this before, but never in a practical fashion. Did he ever plan to settle, to start a family? Was he meant to remain alone? Ying settled her paws and awaited his answer.