For the Dance of Celestine, several booths were erected with flame grills, which were then collapsed and stored nearby for next year's festival. By the time hunting parties come back with meat to be cooked, Capochin has already taken up a post at one of these reassembled grilling stations--- a significant change of tune from the man who had just spent twenty minutes earlier grousing about how he was too old for camping.

Capochin takes pride in feeding the masses. Anyone up for venison steak or rabbit stew? Come and get it! There's also flame-popped popcorn for snacking on, stolen from the concession stand. Plenty to go around! Capochin also wouldn't complain about a sous chef to help him keep up with the crowd.

Or perhaps you catch him in a quiet moment afterwards, sitting outside his shared tent with Hector, gazing up at the stars with a clean plate and a full head, half-empty cup still in hand from the drink he's been nursing.