Dale rolls his personal boulders out of the way as he pays a visit to his family for an annual celebratory spring meal. He travels by train to Pennsylvania for an all-Seever Easter spectacular that, true to form, doesn’t go quite as planned. As Galinda practices healing on some of the outer-most branches of the Seever family tree, Dale mingles with cousins and neighbors, in anticipation of a main course that is taking longer than usual. Aunt Dem and Uncle Duck attempt to make the most it and Dale’s mind wanders as he considers the language of bats; the base instincts of our holiest figures; and the lingering appeal of loaf-shaped meats. After the festivities, Dale returns to Brooklyn via the train and reflects on the simple pleasures of riding through New York in a rickety cab on a warm night with the windows down.