[ She blinks at the explanation. Oh. That... makes sense, probably. Gods know that all sorts of strange traits crop up in her own family, too. But to Lynette's question, Sumina suddenly looks undoubtedly resigned. ]

The two extremes, to be quite honest! Either they're loud revelries at the tavern of my family's inn, or very... genteel gatherings here and there. With no real in-between like this...