[ Who's he calling a stereo-idiot!!! Surely that's just about the pipe foxes multiplying, yeah!? The fact that Rosho won't say won't keep Sasara from pressing once in a while either, ya know, having magic like that; it's interesting! ]

A-a-ah...! Don't take it down the wrong pipe! [ ( Teh—! ) The one for that annoying fox ain't the right one either, by the way! ] It's just me saying, you've got the sorta job that makes me wanna put my feet up, at the end of the day.

[ Being a comedian's the better thing to have stuck with than teaching, in that sense. How about a massage? Sasara is probably way too ticklish to boot ( Get it!? On his feet!! ) to enjoy it. The dinnerware being placed down makes noise, just like Sasara, he's not so careful. As chipper as he is despite getting his idea shut down, the ceramics might split.

Rosho is really forgetting the key use Sasara would have for the kitchen: his creamsoda-creation-corner!

Without any cracked bowls, though, he's done as his partner comes to set up. One beer, it'll make for a relaxing evening, just that. Rosho won't drink too much! ]

Say, ya got the day off tomorrow? [ Just in case, though. And he's way ahead of the steaming, and as yet unserved tsukemen... but they haven't had a going-out date in a while. ]

How about we go out, instead? [ Ya know... with Rei missing, they've had no night on the town either. ]