[Yujin murmurs his thanks, adding--] Oh, no, it will do just fine. Thank you for your hospitality.
[Lest they forget the sad state of the 50's era supermarkets. He's still desperately rationing that one soy sauce bottle he found a few weeks out.
He glances down at his tea, privately amused, then looks back at Emily.] Well. My 'husband', mostly. [A thoughtful sip.] Work is dull and, try as I might, I haven't found any leads to the orb or what's going on in this town. Learning to share space with someone new is really all that's been keeping me busy, here.
[And he deftly nudges that topic towards her, just to keep that a little private:] It must be odd to have a son nearly your age. Much less Sherlock Holmes.
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[Lest they forget the sad state of the 50's era supermarkets. He's still desperately rationing that one soy sauce bottle he found a few weeks out.
He glances down at his tea, privately amused, then looks back at Emily.] Well. My 'husband', mostly. [A thoughtful sip.] Work is dull and, try as I might, I haven't found any leads to the orb or what's going on in this town. Learning to share space with someone new is really all that's been keeping me busy, here.
[And he deftly nudges that topic towards her, just to keep that a little private:] It must be odd to have a son nearly your age. Much less Sherlock Holmes.