The handsome elderly man with the cane walked leisurely and with purpose into a small entertaining room. At least, that is what they thought it must be for: Cozy looking (if sadly, human sized) chairs, with matching small tables, tucked away neatly with a wall abutting cabinet of fine wood, laid with an ornate crochet cloth set the mood, and a colorful and playful presentation of small bite-sized (for them) pies, lovely and fancy looking cakes, fresh cut apples, and dried raisins and apricots lined one such table; Smoke and salt cured meats, cheeses, savory breads, and crackers another. Between was a smaller cabinet with glass and fine crystal ewers and bottles of amber and golden hued liquids.

A leaded glass pane of diagonally tiled diamond pattern spilled spring sunlight into the room, the light subtly colored different hues in each of the tiny diamonds embedded in the leaden frame.

One of the people that would be traveling with them was seated in the far corner, with a large clear glass cup of one of the amber liquids. He seemed distressed. 

The older man seemed content to indicate to them to enjoy themselves, however, and they indulged.

Their father could cook, more or less... Cooking was a "special occasions" thing, however. The expenses of gathering, and cutting the wood for a fire, coupled with all the time and energy spent in the preparation, meant this was only for very special days or events. Celebrating the first fruit of the year, or a successful trip to town, after selling all the wild medicinals and alchemical ingredients the family gathered yearly, to finance the purchase of things they could not make themselves.

This, however, represented a great deal of someone's time. The pair of them were not used to being offered such a treat as this.

With cheeky exchanges to each other, they set about sampling the wares, which rapidly began to vanish, given the "bite sized" portions presented. 

Almost in unison, after a fairly comprehensive pass of the set, they looked out the window, and realized that their brother was not here to share, and the sadness of earlier once more overtook them. There was not a suitable bench in this small attache chamber to accommodate them, forcing them to sit on the floor against a far wall instead.  They just stared out at the faintly multicolored light spilling in through that window, and settled back into their melancholia.