Remy, a dapper rat with a whiskered smile and a neat velvet waistcoat, pulls out a chair for his beloved. Celeste, elegant in a pearl-threaded shawl, settles in, her nose twitching in delight. "To us, my dear Celeste. Another year of adventure and love," "And to the most extraordinary feast we’ve ever shared," she replies, her eyes shining in the candlelight.

Remy deftly dips his fondue fork into the roast, a piece of tender wolf meat sliding away with ease. "I can hardly believe how soft it is, Remy. Who knew wolf could be so... delicate?" "Only the finest chef in the warren could manage such a thing. Each bite is a triumph," he says, offering her a morsel dipped in bubbling cheese.

Celeste gazes at Remy, gratitude warming her smile. "Remember our first meal together? We shared a crumb of blue cheese behind the old millstone," "How could I forget? You stole the biggest piece when I wasn’t looking," he teases, both of them dissolving into giggles.

Celeste reaches for another piece of wolf, savoring its succulence. "We’ve come so far, Remy. From scavenging to this—feasting like royalty," "No matter the banquet, it’s your company that makes every meal unforgettable," he replies softly, squeezing her paw.

Remy arranges a morsel with a sliver of pickled walnut, grinning. "Top this, Celeste: Wolf, blue cheese, and walnut—an anniversary masterpiece!" "You’re on, my clever chef. Watch and learn," she laughs, assembling her own concoction.

Remy[/@ch_1] pours a final splash of elderberry cordial into two tiny glasses.] "To us, to many more years, and to the wildest, most delicious adventures yet to come," "And to you, my love—who makes even the most unlikely feast a celebration," Celeste replies, their glasses clinking in the soft, golden light.