The flap of Amaya's yurt has been rolled up and tied off, anyone who walks near enough can see in fairly well. Easily visible against the back wall is a kimono rack, the garment has been covered with with a silk cloth to protect it from any stray dust or dirt. The yurt is sparse and tidy, a pair of tatami mats making up the floor.
She has borrowed a lantern from somewhere, and it hangs over a compact chabudai in the centre of the hut. A number of small bowls and platters laid upon it, as well as two pairs of chopsticks and two drinking cups. Amaya hovers nervously, occasionally fidgeting with something on the table, smoothing her kimono, her obi, as she waits anxiously.