The night at MIRUS is three beats: dusk, late, last coal. You leave when you are ready.
Dusk is the first bowls, tea while the room is still finding its voice. Late is signature blends, low talk, the gold of the mark catching the lamp. Last coal is the open ring: you go when the night is finished with you.
Human volume
Talk at the table. No stage. No show. The sit is the point.