— A whole week lost to the trip. Such a shame.

— What matters is that it’s over. At least we got to stay in France a bit longer. Don’t worry, I’ve already got us two train tickets to Bastogne. The train leaves tonight.

“Chocolate mines, waffles, and Trappist ale — that’s what we take pride in and our reason to live,” Needle's grandma used to say. She was born and raised in a southern province of Belgium. Two city kids obsessed with rhythm would come here to catch their breath after the chaos of urban life. The moment the train hissed in relief as it arrived, a guy and a girl jumped onto the platform, rolling their suitcases and making silly faces at each other.

— Now it’s just nature and no internet! We just need to drive the last leg.

— Yesss! We’ll admire castles and go on long walks. Maybe even find an old gramophone. Hee-hee!

People used to say that for Needle and Plate, it was enough just to be together. It didn’t really matter what they were into — the “Beat ’em up” showdown, long discussions, food, sleep, or hunting for hidden gems. That mutual glow made everything feel special.