[...Well, at least she's not angry anymore. Not that he was overly bothered, but an angry woman is always unpleasant, no matter how small. He shrugs, moving to climb in the roof hole. The kitchen's right there, after all.]
Do whatever you want. [Which is more or less "stay for lunch if you must" in Asch-speak. Little things like her probably don't eat much, so it's not like it's much work to feed an extra mouth.]
[Action] >______>
Do whatever you want. [Which is more or less "stay for lunch if you must" in Asch-speak. Little things like her probably don't eat much, so it's not like it's much work to feed an extra mouth.]