Saori nods, sticking her straw into the box and sipping as she leans against him. It doesn't feel quite the same, no, but it's still nice. It's intimate enough for her, but then she's someone who's existence has been so divorced from so much that it's like she lived in an ivory tower.

"I'm glad to know that. And the same is open to you, dear. My home is always, always open to you. We've plenty of rooms to spare now, after the transformation shift, and I'll keep one made up for you. And food in the kitchen, because frankly I'm worried you'd starve or get fat if I didn't."