[ There is no greater joy than this, and it's still difficult to accept that it's really his own, without any caveat or shoe waiting to fall. She's introducing him to the canvas that the rest of his life will play out on, and while he still can't say for certain what his work will look like, there's so much warmth here to build upon. It's so unlike the world he knew before, the work he already finished there. For the first time in a long while, he really can feel the potential before him, without any horizon in sight.

Moreso than at the hotel, moreso than as a corsair, he's truly spoiled for choice. ]

Don't worry about that. My hospitality skills are beyond reproach! I'm an excellent host.

[ Says a man who has never hosted guests at his home in his life. But like everything else he tries, he expects he'll pick it up quickly...

As she pulls out what he can only assume is a set of lab equipment, Satoru's head cants to one side, hands at his hips. ]

That looks like something you'd mix potions with instead. What kinda espresso are we gonna be making, Momo?